For the Love of Layla

by Callie Moss

The way she looks at me makes my stomach roll, twisting into knots. I take a deep breath, “Baby, I told you there would be consequences for his actions.” Her mouth drops open as he wheezes, “Call for help…” She reaches for his phone, whimpering when she realizes it’s covered in blood just like the rest of his desk. “I thought you meant you’d fire him, not try to kill him!” She snaps. Fucking hell, this went south fast.

“Oh! Uh, a White Russian, please.” Ava leans over, “I didn’t think you liked vodka.” “I panic ordered.”

I take a deep breath, biting my tongue so I don’t respond how I really want to, that won’t get me anywhere. I should know I tried angry an hour ago. All it did was wear me out,

It’s unavoidable, eventually I’ll either go to an appointment or have another fucking breakdown and be treated to an involuntary grippy sock retreat.