Chapter 5
An unnerving quiet had settled over the Creed home since the disturbing turn of events earlier that morning. Creed had shut himself away in his study, while Layla had returned to her room doing whatever she pleased.
In truth her mind hadn't left that morning. It had changed her mind on certain things, or at least made up her mind for her. Layla loved Vic. She hadn't at first, but that was years ago. Now she genuinely loved him. She'd willingly over look anything he said or did, excepting it as part of Victor.
She blushed again as her mind when over that morning again. He must have known it was her surely? And yet he still acted that way?
She absently twirled a lock of hair between her fingers as she lay flat on her back on her bed. She could still faintly smell Victor on the sheets. She loved the scent he left around and on her, it made her feel owned and that was what every girl wanted, wasn't it?"
But something troubled her. As much as she'd enjoyed the contact with Victor, he hadn't seemed to have felt the same way. The lazy smile that had been present throughout the day, dropped suddenly with a thought. Maybe after what had happened that morning, Victor wouldn't want to stay in her bed again. Layla scowled and sat up. She didn't want that. Although she was aware of what had happened was borderline illegal, she wasn't planning on it never happening again. Not when Victor Creed didn't stick to any other law out there.
The feral personality traits she'd taken from him enhanced her sense of possessiveness and the need to keep Victor close drove into action.
She pushed herself off her bed and crossed the room, opening the door a fraction to peep out. From downstairs, she could hear the tumble drier whirring as Burns continued with the laundry. She could see Victor's bedroom door ajar, and after creeping down the hall and peering in, she found it empty. The scowl deepened into a frown as she wondered where he could have gone. She hoped he hadn't left and gone into the woods behind the property. She'd never find him if he had.
Layla turned and headed back down the hallway, her bare feet making a soft padding sound as they hit the wooden flooring. She was still wearing her pyjamas, seen how it was Sunday, the day she nearly always spent in bed. The long black, sleeveless top hung loosely over her torso, covering her toned young form from everyone's eyes, including Creeds. Well at least he couldn't say she was leading him on by wearing anything sexy to bed. The shorts, however, were a different matter. Creed tended to keep the house warm, not for himself, more for Layla. It sometimes made sleeping at night too hot and sweaty for normal pyjamas, so the little leopard print shorts helped stay cool. Although they didn't help her and Creed's situation much.
Layla was aware of what Burns thought. Not because she'd heard it straight from his mouth, but because Victor tended to discus it and other things, with her in his more talkative moods. Layla loved Burns. He'd been the nicest too her when she'd first arrived, but something's, she thought, he simply didn't understand. Victor's nightmares were one of them. She didn't understand them fully, but she was willing to understand more than Burns, hence why she didn't object to having the feral crawl into bed next her at night. From what she understood, it was the reason Birdy slept with him too.
Wondering down the stairs, she turned left and headed towards the study. She gave a smile as she thought of how badly that room used to scare her. Or more, what was in that room that scared her. The door was closed. Obviously Victor was still sulking.
Once at the door, she looked round again for Burns. If he found her trying to speak to Victor while he was in such a mood, he would have no doubt shuffled her off and ushered her into her room again until dinner. It appeared that he was still in the laundry room, so, with a little more confidence, she knocked on the door.