Layla's POV

Different thoughts whirled in my head as my heart beated wildly in my chest. First it was the car this afternoon, now this.

What exactly was going on? What do I need to do now? I thought, my mind relaying different worse case scenarios.

Do I call for help? No. The intruder may get to me before I have that chance. Weapon. Yes. I need something to protect myself from them.

I tiptoed to the kitchen cautiously, hoping whoever it was had their back turned, so I could grab ...