Lyla’s POV
“What happened, Lyla? Why do you look so weak and beaten up?” Pearl asked worriedly.
We were currently in the dining area. Ruth was serving us breakfast with smiles on her face.
“Nothing really happened” I lied.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Lyla. I’ve known you since forever and I can easily tell when you’re lying” she cautioned me while scrutinizing me from head to toe.
“I’m serious, Pearl. Nothing really happened” I shrugged her off trying to close the conversation.
“Did someone hurt you? Did he hurt you?” I knew who she was referring to but I shook my head.
“What did he do to you? With all these bruises on your body, you can’t tell me nothing happened”
“Forget it Pearl. Tell me what happened to you after I left that place” I asked, changing the topic.
“Nothing of importance. I was locked up in a room and they gave me this really ridiculously smelling food twice in a day. I complained and strangely enough, they changed it”
I nodded taking in the fact that the jacket I saw the last time didn’t belong to Pearl. Or maybe it was hers but the blood wasn’t hers.
“How come you’re here?” I inquired.
“Damon brought me here” she simply replied.
I still can’t believe Damon brought her because he promised me he would. He’s not someone who would do something just because of me. He’s too evil for that.
I picked up the fork that was placed beside the food and started eating.
“What did you do to her?” Pearl’s sudden question made me raise up my head from the food I was eating to see that she was actually talking to Damon.
I was so engrossed in my food that I didn’t realize he was already in the room.
“What the heck did you just ask me?”
Damon yelled.
He looked enraged, it was as if someone accused him of murder.
“I said, what the hell did you do to my Lyla?” Pearl fumed.
Damon ignored her and tried walking away, only for Pearl to stand up and block his pathway.
“Get the hell out of my sight” he commanded.
“Not until you tell me what my Lyla did to deserve such treatment. Nobody messes with my girl and goes scout free. She was battered so badly that I could see it on her body, in her eyes. Lyla was never this quiet, dull girl. What did you do to my Lyla?” Pearl asked. Her eyes was full with tears
I’ve always known Pearl to be strong and never shed a tear, not even if she was being punished by her mom anytime she did something crazy. Seeing her like this was killing me.
“Let it be, Pearl” I pulled her away from him and before I could move further, Damon held me by holding my wrist, stopping my movement.
“Tell her I did nothing to you Lyla right this instance” he asked, his eyes begging. He looked desperate.
“Tell her what exactly. That it was you yourself who sent me back to your father because you think I deserve it. He almost killed me, I almost died because of your decision and all that has been going through my mind since I got back is questions about what I did to actually deserve that. What did I do to you, Demon? What exactly? I don’t want to be here, I want to go home”
This time, I said those words without a drop of tear running down my face. I don’t know where I got that confidence from but I did.
I dropped Lyla’s hand and marched up the stairs back into Damon’s room. I sat on the bed, fuming.
Removing the sweatshirt that I didn’t know of how it came to be on my body, I threw it angrily on the floor.
“Lyla,” Pearl called out, gaining my attention as she walked in.
“What?”
She suddenly started laughing.
“What?” I asked
“Nothing. That was quite nerve-calming. I mean I love it when you stand up against people like that” she resumed laughing.
“That wasn’t funny” I replied. If only she knew how long it took me to gather that little courage to say those words I said to someone like Damon, she’ll know it wasn’t funny in any way.
“Where are your dresses?”
“I have none”
“What have you been wearing?”
“Shirts” I shrugged my shoulder. Not that I care that I’ve been wearing shirts and no panties. It has actually been comfortable for me and the shirts smell really nice too just like Damon.
No Lyla, stop
“Unbelievable,” before I could stop her to ask her questions, Pearl walked out of the room.
I sat down on the bed, thinking about what to say to Damon so he’ll allow me to stay with Pearl and not in his room since she told me she will be also staying in a room in this house.
Pearl marched back in, a victorious look on her face.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked.
“I went to ask that Demon if we could have some clothes, toiletries as well and he said he’ll send someone to us soon enough”
“To bring the stuff we need or to take us to get the stuff,” I asked rhetorically.
“I’m not sure but he said what he said”
I nodded.
“Do you miss Lucas?” I blurted out.
Her relationship with Lucas hasn’t been really beautiful. They’ve had their rough days but the way Lucas looked at her and worshipped her made it obvious that he actually loved her even though he behaves like Damon half of the time.
“I miss Aurora more” her voice was shaking as she mentioned her twin sister’s name.
“I don’t know how she’ll cope without us. I regret not being there for her when she needed me the most” It was rare for Pearl to open up but anytime she did, it was always deep.
“She’ll be fine. Her husband is a fine man” I used my fake British accent just so she could smile.
“I miss Lucas too. A lot, more than I actually thought I would but I’ll be fucking him up when next I see him. He’s the major reason why we’re here and if I don’t break his leg or hand, I would rot in hell” She cursed and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What did he do?” I asked, getting curious.
“Things,” she simply replied, not wanting to explain further.
“I deserve to know Pearl. I deserve to know why I’m here, why I’m going through all of these, I need to know” I stated.
She was about to open her mouth to say something when the door suddenly opened.
“Bonjour” The shrieking voice of a petite woman came into the room. Or…. Man. I wasn’t sure about that after I saw this person.
“Such pretty ladies” she complimented while looking at us.
“She or he?” Pearl whispered into my ears.
“I’m not totally sure but I think he-she would correct us, right?”
Pearl grumbled. “God have mercy or I’ll end up using both plurals for he-she”
Pearl suddenly whipped her head up, getting me worried as her eyes stayed fixated on something.
I turned in the direction of where she was looking at and I saw a hunk of a guy standing at a spot, Damon was right behind him.
He was also looking at Pearl intensely before he opened his mouth and growled,
“Mate,”
Complication