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Disclaimer: I do not own Deadliest Catch or the men that appear in the show. This is a complete work of fiction. However, Layla is an OC and her character, family, ex-boyfriend and backstory are of my own creation. Ha, don't sue me.
LAYLAPOV:
In hindsight, she should have seen this coming. But she didn't.
Shane looked her up and down and laughed, taking in her shocked stature. "That reaction alone could make my entire day," he chuckled humorlessly, stepping into the store fully. Without taking his eyes off of her he reached behind himself to lock the door.
At the sound of the lock sliding into place Layla snapped herself out of the frozen state she was in and lunged for the phone on the counter. Shane took three quick steps and snatched the phone away from her, just as her hands were clasping it. He laughed again and threw the handheld reciever at the wall. Layla didn't need to turn around to know it was beyond broken, she heard the crash as the many pieces fell to the floor.
Layla hurried away from Shane, who was now leaning against the counter smiling at her. She came to stand with her back to the door to the kitchen, a good four paces away from the leering Shane. Layla looked around for any type of weapon but couldn't see one. Her best hope was to stall. Stall him and hopefully a customer would walk up to the door and she could scream bloody murder.
"How'd you find me?" Layla asked, finally finding her voice. She tipped her chin up, proud of how strong her voice sounded.
Shane scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Jimi called."
Layla tried her best to not let her jaw drop to the floor, but she must not have tried hard enough because Shane was laughing at her again.
"Really, Layla, how clueless are you?" he asked in a pitying voice.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Layla asked, confused and angry.
Shane took a step towards her, "Jimi. Called. Me." he condescendingly sounded it out for her. "You know she always kind of hated you. I mean, you did know that right?" he asked, eyebrows raising in question.
Truth is, Layla did always kind of know it. Even when they were kids there was this angsty undertone to Jimi and Layla's relationship. It had only gotten worse in the last few years. But no matter how much Jimi disliked her little sister, Layla never imagined she would do this.
As if reading her thoughts, Shane spoke again. "Yea, I know. Messed up right?" He took another step closer to her, now only two long steps away. Layla's chest tightened painfully as the puzzle pieces started to fall into place. The checking her phone constantly, the random errands Jimi had been taking. It all made sense now. Layla recalled the rant Jimi had in her car before they came to Alaska: 'your mega-star boyfriend used to beat on you a little, get over yourself Layla'. How had Layla been so stupid not to see it all along?
"I mean, when I fucked her last year I never thought it would cause her to have any... oh, whats the right word...allegiance?" he asked her, but Layla was shocked silent and said nothing. Shane ignored her and continued, "Yea, I guess thats the right word- I never thought it would make her have any allegiance to me. Ha, but man was I wrong," he shook his head and laughed quietly to himself.
Layla was feeling sicker and sicker. "You...and Jimi?" she asked in a surprised voice.
"Yea, I know. Surprised me too. She likes it rougher than you do, which suited me. But, I didn't hit her much. She liked it, which was so...boring. Now you on the other hand," he looked her up and down again, "you're a fighter and it makes it all that much more fun. You know what I mean?"
He took a half step towards her and Layla's hands shot out infront of her, "Stay the fuck where you are!" she yelled at him.
"Yea! That's what I'm talking about!" Shane said excitedly. "Man, I missed you!" he did a few little jumps-in-place on the balls of feet, like he was getting warmed up for a boxing match. "Your little fucking friends wouldn't tell me where you were and I was juuuust about to give up on you but then Saint Jimi called!" Shane laughed again. "She told me you guys came up to this little Eskimo shit hole and I just couldn't believe it. It was just too cute for words," he said sarcastically.
Then his eyes turned dark and he took the final step towards her and grabbed Layla's outstretched arms. She let out a little scream as he slammed her against the wall hard, pressing his long body against hers to hold her there. One of his hands were big enough and strong enough to squeeze both of her wrists, above her head, together like handcuffs.
"But you're biggest mistake," he paused his demented speech to grab her chin and force her to look up at him, "now listen close because this is important," he instructed her quitely. "You're biggest mistake was fucking some Alaskan asshole and letting me find out about it," he said it so calmly that Layla knew what was coming next and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Shane used the hand that was gripping her chin and back handed her so hard that she smacked into the bookcase next to her and slumped to the floor. Layla groaned and forced herself to her feet only to have herself punched in the gut, knocking the wind from her lungs, causing her to double over and fall to the floor again.
Layla brought her hand up to whip the blood away from her split lip absentmindedly. She used the sleeve of Edgar's hoodie. 'Edgar's hoodie,' Layla thought to herself as she looked down at her chest, acknowledging it for the first time since Shane walked into the bookstore. The sight of it filled her with courage, but her heart ached to know she was never going to see Edgar again.
Layla slowly got to her feet again and Shane laughed, now a few feet away from her. "You just don't learn do you? I tell you, not five fucking minutes ago, that I didn't hit Jimi much because she layed there and took it. So here you are, getting up, and fighting."
Layla looked at Shane standing tall, ready to pounce. She looked down again at Edgar's hoodie, took a deep breath and balled her hands into fists and raised them in the classic 'fighter' stance.
This only cause Shane to laugh and at that moment Layla knew, not feared, but knew, she was going to die. Because she wasn't a victim anymore. She couldn't just lie there and take it. She would fight to her last breath. Edgar had instilled that in her. Edgar would want her to fight.
"You look ridiculous," he taunted her. "Put your hands down," Shane told her.
"No," Layla shook her head and stared at him harder.
"I said 'put them down', now," Shane said, getting angry, and taking a step towards her.
"No," she said again, getting angry herself. He lunged for her and Layla snapped. Even though he was bigger and stronger, this time she was faster. She got three good punches in before he tackled her, pushing her through the kitchen door and onto the floor with a loud smack. Layla went to punch him again but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them into the floor, holding them above her head. Layla felt the old break in her last wrist burning. He had her pinned and she couldn't move.
"Goddamnit Layla! Just fucking take it! Why can't you for once in your life just take it?" Shane shouted in her face.
"BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T WANT ME TO!" Layla shouted back at him.
Shane looked taken aback for a moment, not expecting her response. "Who? The Alaskan asshole?" he asked incredulously. He was back to taunting 'fun' Shane. "What did Jimi say his name was? Erik? Edward? Edgar?" Layla involuntarily flinched at the mention of Edgar's name and Shane hadn't missed it. "Oh, yes, that's right. Edgar."
"Don't you fucking say his name," Layla said and spat at him. It took Shane by surprise and he let go of her wrists to whip at his eyes, Layla took advantage of it and managed to get out from under him. She stood and went for the stairs but Shane grabbed her ankle and brought her down. Layla's full body weight slammed down against the wooden staircase and she felt her ribs rebreaking and she didn't need a mirror to know she had just gashed her forehead open.
Blood was running down her face now and things from there began to get worse. Shane picked her up off the floor only to punch her back down.
"He would want you to fight?" Shane asked, taunting her again. "That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. Did you really think a little piece of paper could keep me away from you?" he asked with a laugh, as she got to her feet again.
"No, but leathal injection might to do the trick," Mike Fourtner said from behind Shane and tackled him to the floor. With the head injury, Layla was almost ninty percent sure she was hallucinating. She slumped against the fridge, sliding down to floor, all of the strength in finally leaving her body. She watched the scuffle for a few moments before Mike got the upperhand and punched Shane unconscious.
"LAYLA!" Mike shouted and her eyes snapped open. That's funny, she hadn't realized she had closed her eyes. "Layla, you gotta stay awake, okay? I just called the cops and an ambulence is on the way, okay? You just gotta stay awake for a lil' while longer," he pleaded. He was about five feet away from her and had the unconscious Shane on his stomach with his hands behind his back, holding him in place incase he woke up. Mike was considerably bigger than Shane and besides a bloody lip, Mike didn't even look like he had been in a fight.
"Keep talking or imma fall asleep," Layla mumbled, fighting to stay awake. Her head hurt and her eyes felt heavy. She didn't have enough strength left to raise her hand and try to stop the bleeding from her forehead. Blood was dripping down her face onto Edgar's hoodie.
Mike started to look worried and began talking very fast, "Okay, uh, well I'm not even supposed to be here right now, obviously. We were one of the last to leave and yesterday, one day outta Dutch, one of our props failed. So we limped back to town this morning and it looks like the part isn't going to be here for a few days," he said. "LAYLA!" Mike shouted again, she had closed her eyes again.
"Edgar?" She asked, her eyes refusing to open.
"No, hun, it's still Mike. Stay awake, please. There gonna be here any second," Mike said anxiously and continued his story. "So, I came to see you and I saw all the lights were on but the door was locked. And then I saw the phone smashed up and I heard you yell or something. I ran to the side door and when I came in that's when I heard what was going on and I waited until you were away from him a lil' bit before I grabbed him and here we are," he explained. Just as he finished his story, Layla heard sirens. "Finally," Mike said exasperatedly.
That was the last thing Layla remembered as she passed out on the floor.
A/N: I know I KNOW! a lot to take in! only a few chapter's left! Sorry Jimi turned out to be kinda evil lol review and yelllll at me, i really do love it haha
