Fee fi fo she smells his body
She smells his body
And it makes her sick to her mind
He has got so much to answer for
To answer for, To ruin a child's mind
Layla sat on her bed, silent tears making paths down her face. It had been a month since the incident with Gwen and him. She lay down on her bed and looked up at the ceiling that had flowers painted on it. She remembered staring at them as a child, wishing for her father to return to her, to gather her up in his arms and kiss her tears away. He never came and he broke his promise to her
How could you touch something
So innocent and pure
Obscure
How could you get satisfaction
From the body of a child
You're vile, sick
She glared hatefully at his picture in her yearbook. She used to run to him when she had a small fight with Will, bigger fights were for Warren to help her deal with. She let the tears roll down her face as she threw the book at the wall. She lay down on her stomach and screamed into her pillow.
It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way
It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way
"ARGH!" Warren yelled out in rage as he threw another fireball at the brick wall. Will hovered in a seating position in the air watching him. Jeremy was free with a warning AGAIN. Warren cursed and threatened to end the bastered's life himself if he didn't go to jail soon.
He was sitting in her bedroom
In her bedroom
And now what should she do
She's got so much insecurity
And his impurity It was a gathering gloom
Layla sat on her mother's bed glaring at a picture of her and Layla. Layla's mom wasn't even going to come home, her job was too important for her to leave it and come to Layla. She wanted her mother so much, don't get her wrong Mrs. Peace was great, but still…
Layla looked around the large room and thought about how long it had been since she last stepped foot in the house. She shuck her head and leaned it on her pulled in legs. She wrapped her arms around her legs and let the tears fall.
How could you touch something
So innocent and pure
Obscure
How could you get satisfaction
From the body of a child
You're a vile, sick
Warren slowly walked up the stairs of Layla's house. He first checked the study, then Layla's room, then finally Mrs. William's room. He kneeled down in front of her and gave her a sad smile. He couldn't help but really smile, though, when he saw the small baby bump, even if the child was Jeremy's, Layla and himself were treating it like it was Warren's.
"Why?" Layla finally asked.
"I don't know Layla," Warren answered wrapping her up in a hug which she didn't return. She was asking why her father wasn't there, she was asking why he left, all things Warren couldn't answer.
It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way
And I often wondered to myself:
Who protects the ones who can't protect themselves?
The two eventfully fell asleep there. They watched a few movies, played some games, and Warren even read to her from a random book. He rested his head on her shoulder and hoped she wouldn't ask how the trial went.
It's true what people say
God protect the ones who help themselves
In their own way
And I often wondered to myself:
Who protects the ones who can't protect themselves?
She smiled at him as they both woke. "I forgot to ask, how many years did he get?"
Fee fi fo
Sorry it took so long. I couldn't find a good song. Though I would like to thank Gothic Goddess for her ONLY reveiw. I uaslly get AT LEST 3 reveiw, what happened guys?