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The door creaked, but didn't bend. More determined than ever, and fueled by the possibility of freedom, Layla pushed against the door again. Harder this time.
The door creaked and grunted in protest, but she could feel it give slightly.
Triumph surged through her, gifting her more of the energy she so desperately needed. Her chest and ribs screamed at her to stop, and her neck felt like it had been ripped out of its socket.
She relaxed her body, gasping for air. She had to do this. She had to. For her freedom. For Gabriella. For Logan. For Tyler.
She pushed against it with all her strength, and she hear a loud crack. Layla looked up, and could see a large split in the middle of the door. She curled up on the floor, crying in happiness.
She wasn't free yet, no, but it was one step closer to it. The crack in the door felt like a leak, letting all of the water she was drowning in flow right out. Light beamed through the split, and she screwed up her eyes, unused to the bright sunshine.
Layla sat up. She crawled over to the door, and looked out of it. She could see it. The whole room. It sent shivers down her spine and she looked away, not being able to bear the sight of it.
Everything started to hurt again. The adrenaline rush had made her forget everything, but now, she was tired.
A tired, wet, abused, scratched, and sore mess. She didn't know how long her mother would be gone, but surely it would be enough time to relax for a little?
Laying limp on the ground, Layla barely moved. If her mother came home now, she would be done for. The crack in the closet door was painfully obvious and very noticeable from the outside.
She laid there for who knows how long. Her mother never came, and Layla was imagining running through the tall yellow stalks of grass, far away from here.
She would run to the neighbors, ask them for help.
Then it hit her. She didn't know which direction to run in. The thought weakened her demeanor.
No, I can't think like this. When you get out there, you run. And you do not look back. You run as fast as you can until you reach another house, your mother catches you, or your legs give out, but you will run.
The tiny voice doesn't seem so tiny anymore. It sounds like Tyler's voice, encouraging her in his own, harsh but caring voice.
Her eyes fluttered again. Maybe taking a break for a second wouldn't be that bad though...
NO!
The voice roared in her head. It startled Layla out of a daze. Time was ticking. She either got out now, or never.
She resumed her earlier position, feet against the wall, back to the door.
With one final grunt of strength, she pushed.
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Prom Queen ~ Tyler Hernandez || **PART TWO**
Action***NOT MY CHARACTERS!!!!! All credit goes to @basicallybatmanlol for giving me permission to write this part two. Layla is NOT my character! She, and all of her backstory belongs to @basicallybatmanlol! Other characters belong to Red on Webtoons!! A...
