LAYLA’S POV
“I’m home” I speak into the empty space as I walk into the place I called home.
I feel so drained and exhausted. I drag my feet towards the fridge as I grab a drink from the coldest part of the freezer.
I expected that from one of those douchebags but definitely not you!
Isa’s words ring through my head.
You’re one of them now
I shake my head as I screw the bottle open.
I pour some into the cup as my thoughts wander as I pour the contents into the cup.
Did I really do all of that? Have I become so much of a selfish and bad person that I neglected my own best friend.
Am I really acting like one of them?
You have grown so selfish and self centered that you don’t care about the things around you.
I wince at the thought
Once it’s of no more important to you, you to
