The Wolf

When I was young, mom told me the story of red riding hood, only we used to called it Layla and the Wolf.
The Wolf tells the same story, but waay differently.






I have four days left. That's the third day in the week my brothers gave me. 

But everyday, I find it harder for me to do what I have to do. I can barely even tell why I have to do what I have to do. 

How can I be so cruel to Layla when she's done nothing but be good to me and trust me?

I shouldn't think like this, I had a goal in my mind and I should achieve it. I need to show Dylan who I really am. 

But who does that make me really?

"Are you alright?" Layla asked. We were walking to her grandmother's house, I walked her yesterday and I'm walking her today too. 

"Just a headache." Since when do I even get headaches. God.

"Did you get enough sleep yesterday?" 

"I think." 

"Headaches are horrible. I'll see you in an hour or so." She said as she went into her grandmother's house. 




I never leave my place when Layla visits her grandmother, I never see the point in it. But I stopped watching her when she's there for some reason.

Something strange happened today when she came out of her grandmother's house though. Layla ran towards me and threw her arms around me. Hugging me, like no one has ever done. I couldn't say anything for a while, I couldn't even move. My hands were left by my sides awkwardly and my heart seemed to beat faster. And her smell almost got me dizzy.

"Oh Alfie!" Layla said. "Grandma's got better! She could move her legs today! You were right. The berries and the water were good for her." I didn't say anything. She took a step backwards and her face was red, still, she managed to look at me and say, "Thank you."

"Yeah." I finally managed to say. "Sure, no problem." 

"Sorry for jumping on you like that." She said laughing. 

"Yeah, sure, no problem."

"I brought you this." She said, shaking a bottle she had in her hand. "It's lemonade. Good for your headache."

"Thanks." I said, smiling. "You're sweeter that I deserve." 

"Oh please, you've been nothing but great with me."

Damn it.




Layla's energy was so adorable today, she just wanted to run and she laughed a lot. It was hard for me to handle all this. That didn't make my headaches any better, in fact, they were getting worse. I was just thinking a lot. This girl is getting me crazy. How can I do this to her?

Layla was laying on the ground, surrounded by green leaves the tree lost in the wind. 

"You never told me what you do when we're not together. You don't go to school, you don't go to your grandmother's. So what do you do?" She rolled on her stomach and looked at me. 

"I hunt." I said. Her eyes widened.

"How come you never showed me? We spend much time in the woods, you could have showed me a long time a go."

"Never thought you'd be interested in it." 

"Then show me now." 

"No." Layla sat up, she looked puzzled. 

"But why not?" 

"Because it's not pretty."

I wanted to hunt so bad, I was starving, I hadn't eaten anything all day. 

"I need to get you another necklace, these flowers are dying." I said.

"I'm drying them, it's fine." 

"It's not fine Layla, if they're dead, they don't smell so strongly." Her smell was all over the place, good lord. 

"So what if they don't, I thought you brought me this to wear, because it's pretty." 

"Because it's pretty and it smells good. I'll get you another one first thing in the morning tomorrow." Layla stood up.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit edgy today, is this because of the hug?" She came closer to me as she talked. I gulped. She smelled so damn good. I closed my eyes to concentrate. 

"Hey, shouldn't you leave?" I said. I just couldn't take it anymore. I was going crazy. 

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, your mother would be worried by now, right?"

"If you want me to leave you can just say it. I only came here because you told me to-"

"It's not like that." focus, Alfie. Focus. "And it's not the hug, the hug was amazing." Breathe. 

"Are you sure you're alright? Alfie, you're sweating." Layla touched my forehead with the palm of her hand. 

"Layla. Stay away from me."

"I'm just making sure-"

"I said stay away!" I threw her hand away from me, and pushed her. 

Layla took three steps backwards, looking - let's just say it was a mixture of fear, disappointment and anger. 

She grabbed her now empty bottle, put it in her basket and didn't even give me a last glance as she said, 

"Goodbye, Alfie." And she left.


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