Layla POV

"Damien? What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled.

I'm getting extremely annoyed with this punk. Like go fuck with someone else.

"Hey, don't be hostile," he said smiling. "I only want to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you," I said standing up and walking towards him. "Leave me, and my family alone." I said poking his chest.

He pushed me off and forced my head into the wall using one hand.

"Look, I don't care about you, your mom, or the money you stole. I just want a good time. Can you give me that?" He said whispering to me; still forcing my head on the wall.

"No, Damien fuck off." I spat.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to the ground.

"Get off of her. Leave my daughter alone!" My mother screamed punching on his chest.

He then pulled out a steel knife and sliced my mothers leg. She fell back clutching her wound while blood seeped between her fingers. She cried out in agony. Damien set his knife down and turned to me.

I trembled in fear and started to cry at the sight of my mother hurting. I took off her jacket and wrapped it around her leg. Damien watched.

"Awe, how cute! You attending to your mom. How adorable," he said laughing and clapping his hands. "Okay soap opera over, come here Layla." He reckoned.

I whispered something to my mother and she nodded in return.

I walked over to Damien and looked at him in disgust.

"Cmon baby, don't be like that." He told me, inching closer to my face.

The stench that escaped from his mouth made my nose shrivel. I turned my head trying to escape the odor reeling from his mouth.

He forcefully grabbed my face so I could look towards him. He inched closer and started to kiss me. I pursed my lips together to avoid kissing him but, I failed.

He started to kiss down my neck and I started to cry. As he was doing so I looked at my mother. She nodded at me and started the plan.

Damien came back up from kissing my neck and he started to kiss my face all over. Gross.

"Layla, why do you do this to me?" He sighed.

Right before I was about to reply, he let out the same blood curdling scream, like the time I stomped his balls out.

My mom continued to plunge the knife into his back, leaving multiple stab wounds. Blood began to drain from Damien's back leaving a small puddle beneath.

He was going to die soon. I smiled at the thought. The henchman barged in, wiping the smile right off my face. The were too busy helping Damien they didn't pay attention to us.

Me and my mother sprinted quickly with me behind her. I had a knife in my hand, not wanting anymore casualties. We ran around the side of the tall building and found our luggage by the trash.

I opened it frantically hoping my money was were I left it. My mother looked at me, wondering what I'm doing.

"I need to see if the money is were I left it mom." I assured her.

She nodded and I continued my search. I went all the way to the bottom and there it was! In my box of pads at the bottom. I really didn't want anyone stealing it.

Me and my mother sighed in relief and dragged our luggage quietly. There was a golf cart right by the mouth of trash. It was the only use of transportation. However there was a guard by it. Also, there was a guard standing by the door behind the building.

Only two, let's knock 'em dead. I was going to handle the one by the door, and my mom got the smaller one by the golf kart.

Kenya really didn't care about people getting killed, so murder was easy to get away with around these parts.

I handed the knife to my mom; the only weapon I had. I was going to use my bare hands. She stared at me with confusion, waiting for me to explain.

I looked around watching out for guards, and stayed by the corner.

"Mom, I want you to kill that man right there, slit his throat. No remorse." I pointed whispering.

She started to cry. Damn it.

"It's okay mom. If we would've stayed he would've killed us," I started wiping her tears. "We need to take them out. Be strong."

"Okay," she nodded.

"So you go over there, I got the big man, and you got the skinny small one, okay?" I asked.

"Okay." She said.

"On three we run over, be quiet. Don't get caught." I said seriously.

I counted and we ran quietly.

I reached my destination and creeped behind the man. He seemed to be out of it, like daydreaming. With no thought, I put my arm around his neck and one to his chin and snapped his neck. He fell to the ground with his eyes open, he was dead.

I ran over to my mom and she was wrestling with the knife. I got behind the man, and did the same gesture. I snapped his neck, but even more forcefully because he was fighting my mother.

Gotta fight for your life right?

Me and mother ran back the the corner around the building we were at and grabbed our luggage.

We then ran and got into the golf car, clearly out of breath by the events that happened today.

I started the ignition, earning a rev from the kart.  

"Mom, it's okay." I reassured her.

"But one thing, we need to go to America, and never come back. We are wanted by the African gang, and we can't take any chances." I said.

"I know baby girl," she whispered; tears stinging her eyes. "I just want to go get cleaned up." She said

I completely forgot that she got cut across her leg. With our house clearly out of  the question, we had to go somewhere where no one would think we would go.

I backed out of the smelly death warehouse and sped out. I completely floored it. Once we got on the freeway, I took three exits.

My mom began to stare at me because she knew where we were going.

"You will not," she huffed, crossing her arms.

"Oh, we will." I smirked, looking at her.

I looked back at the road unanticipated for the destination we were going.

We were going to Maria's.

I am SO Sorry, I was writing the chapter, and it published when it wasn't ready. Sorry guys.
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