Layla - Colleen Hoover Page 0,101
holding her in my arms.
I feel helpless.
Her face is pressed against my chest, and we have no idea what to do next. I don’t want to come face to face with Sable, and if Layla goes to sleep, that will happen. I’m too angry to do that right now.
“Do you think Sable knows?” Layla asks, pulling back to look up at me.
I shake my head. “No. I think she’s probably just as confused as you are. She has these memories that she can’t explain. That don’t belong inside the head she lives in.”
“That has to be scary for her,” Layla says. “Waking up in the hospital with conflicting memories. Recognizing Aspen and my mother but not quite being able to place them, then being told they’re her family.”
I grip Layla’s cheeks with both hands. “Do not feel sorry for her,” I say. “She did this. None of this would have happened to either of you if she hadn’t shown up to my house with intentions of hurting us.”
Layla nods. “Are you going to tell her what happened? That she’s Sable?”
“Probably. She deserves an explanation as to why she’s been tied up.”
“When are you telling her?”
I shrug. “I feel like the sooner we let her know, the faster we can hopefully come up with a solution.”
“What if she demands to leave?”
“She will. I have no doubt about that.”
“Are you going to let her leave?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Layla’s eyebrows draw apart in worry. “We can’t keep her here against her will. If someone finds out, you could get in legal trouble.”
“She’s not leaving here in your body. It’s yours.”
“Tell that to the police,” Layla says.
“No one has to know. But she is not leaving here until we figure out how to fix this.”
Layla grips the back of her neck and pulls away from me. “You heard that man. He said there’s no way to fix this.”
“He also said this is rare. Maybe it doesn’t happen enough for anyone to have figured out a solution yet. We’ll be patient. We’ll do our research. We’ll figure this out, Layla.”
I wrap my arms around her again, hoping to ease her nerves. But that’s hard to do when I know she can feel my rapid heartbeat against her chest.
I’m just as worried as she is. If not more.
“I think you should tell her now,” Layla says. “Maybe if she realizes what she’s done, she’ll stop fighting you. Maybe she’ll help us figure this out.”
Layla has always seen the best in people.
The problem with that is I’m not sure there’s enough good in Sable that would make her want to help us. She is, after all, the reason we’re here right now.
“Okay,” I say. “But I have to tie you up first.”
Layla crawls onto the bed. After I tie her up, she says, “I know you’re angry at her right now. But don’t be mean to her.”
I nod, but it isn’t a promise.
Angry is an understatement.
Layla closes her eyes and takes a breath. When her eyes open and I can tell it’s not Layla looking back at me, I feel nothing but resentment. I don’t feel remorse when she starts to quietly cry. I don’t feel guilt when she starts to plead with me to untie her. I sit on the edge of the bed next to her feet, and I just stare at her.
At least she’s not hysterical or screaming this time. We might actually be able to have a conversation about this.
“Are you going to let me leave now?” she asks.
“I want to ask you some questions first.”
“And then you’ll let me go?”
“Yes.”
She nods. “Okay, but . . . can you please untie me first? I’m sore. I’ve been in this position for hours.”
She’s been tied up for one minute. She doesn’t realize she walks around freely most of the time. “I’ll untie you after you answer my questions.”
She adjusts herself on the bed so that she’s sitting a little farther away from me. She pulls her knees in and looks at me nervously. “You look angry,” she says quietly. “Why are you angry?”
“What do you remember about the night you were shot?”
“I don’t like talking about that. You know that.”
“Why? Because you don’t remember it like I do?”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s because I don’t remember it at all.”
“That’s not entirely true,” I say. “I think you just remember it in a way that’s confusing to you.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I continue to speak, despite her