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here is the next art of Wrong Way..please read.
Layla left the police station with a heavy heart and inside Ryan was feeling the same. He watched the hall with hypnotism in his eyes. He couldn't look away. He thought that is he did he would lose everything. He didn't want to give up. When he got out of here he needed to find Layla.
Layla walked down an alley and went to the backdoor of an old restaurant. She knocked and was greeted with a big beefy man.
"Hatchet." She said. The guy moved aside and let her in.
"Shaggy?" He called
"Yeah?"
"We got ourselves a lady here."
"Well, send her in." Layla walked over to the table. It was being occupied by the man, known as Shaggy, and two females. He sent them away and invited Layla to sit down. She obliged. Shaggy had his face painted in clown make-up. He was part of the group INSANE CLOWN POSSE. Layla wasn’t thrilled to be there, but she had no other choice. Ryan had abandoned her as well. And she knew that the juggalos would never leave her as long as she gave them herself. The juggalos were a tight-knit family. And layla was already feeling like a part of it.
"Hello. I’m Layla."
"Nice to meet ya, Layla. What brings you here?"
"I have no home...I lost everything."
"You have a home now. Just stick with the clowns and we’ll take care of you." Layla nodded and noticed more men around her, all sporting evil-looking clown make-up.
"Esham, take her to the girls. They will fix her up...make her a true juggalette. Though, she’s not far from looking the part." He gave her a warm smile and as she was walking away with the girls he said, "You’re going to be my own little project...cause you’re just so damn cute." He winked at her, and Layla smiled as she continued to walk away.
"Welcome to the family, hunny."
"Thank you."
"Shags will take care of you real good, he never says that to just anyone. He must see something special in you." The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Well I feel honored." She said quite genuinely.
"They are good people, they just come across hard"
"I just need someone. Anyone. I need to be around people right now."
"So, what’s your story?" A small girl with red hair asked.
"I was abandoned by my whole family after my grandparents died. I had no money, so I became a prostitute. I am a prostitute...well was...and I met this guy at a bar. His friend told him about me, but he really isn’t the hooker type. He gave me a place to stay for a day, and he genuinely cared for me. I fucked up and left ‘cause being in an actual relationship scared me. Needless to say, he hates me now. That really sucks because I had something great and I totally messed up." The other girls looked at her sympathetically as she told her story. A girl reached out to her and gave her a hug.
"Sometimes a nice hug is all you need to feel better." Layla sobbed into her shoulder. "I’m Sara, by the way."
"Emily."
"Drew."
"Michelle."
"Karen."
"Lexie." Layla nodded as the girls welcomed her. She was truly feeling welcomed and loved. She had doubted these people at first. She thought they were something completely different. She had everything she needed there. The only thing missing was someone that really loved her. Layla sighed. Ryan, I need you. She thought.
Later that night Layla was given a bed. She was to share a room with the man himself, Shaggy. There was one bed in that room. The sheets and the comforter were black. It was a king size and it was the softest thing Layla had ever felt. Across from the bed, sat a large plasma screen TV. The walls were painted blood red, and the carpet was black. Black dressers sat against the walls and gold records hung on the wall. Layla read them aloud:
"Carnival of Carnage, The Ringmaster, The Riddle box, The Great Milenko, The Amazing Jeckel Brothers, and The Wraith: Shangri-La. Those are some very good albums, Shaggy. I own all of them."
"Really?! You’re totally gonna fit in here, sweetness." Layla smiled and nodded.
"Here are some clothes, my dear." Shaggy said handing her a luxurious looking nightgown. Layla slipped off her tank-top leaving her bra. She shimmied out of her tight pants leaving her panties. Shaggy looked on at her in lust. She gingerly placed the silk garment over her body, and smiled as she took notice of the man staring at her.
"You. Are. Gorgeous." He very clearly stated.
"Thank you." Layla mumbled as she blushed.
Layla was liking it here already.
She hadn’t thought of Ryan since she first arrived.
What was this place doing to her?
Layla left the police station with a heavy heart and inside Ryan was feeling the same. He watched the hall with hypnotism in his eyes. He couldn't look away. He thought that is he did he would lose everything. He didn't want to give up. When he got out of here he needed to find Layla.
Layla walked down an alley and went to the backdoor of an old restaurant. She knocked and was greeted with a big beefy man.
"Hatchet." She said. The guy moved aside and let her in.
"Shaggy?" He called
"Yeah?"
"We got ourselves a lady here."
"Well, send her in." Layla walked over to the table. It was being occupied by the man, known as Shaggy, and two females. He sent them away and invited Layla to sit down. She obliged. Shaggy had his face painted in clown make-up. He was part of the group INSANE CLOWN POSSE. Layla wasn’t thrilled to be there, but she had no other choice. Ryan had abandoned her as well. And she knew that the juggalos would never leave her as long as she gave them herself. The juggalos were a tight-knit family. And layla was already feeling like a part of it.
"Hello. I’m Layla."
"Nice to meet ya, Layla. What brings you here?"
"I have no home...I lost everything."
"You have a home now. Just stick with the clowns and we’ll take care of you." Layla nodded and noticed more men around her, all sporting evil-looking clown make-up.
"Esham, take her to the girls. They will fix her up...make her a true juggalette. Though, she’s not far from looking the part." He gave her a warm smile and as she was walking away with the girls he said, "You’re going to be my own little project...cause you’re just so damn cute." He winked at her, and Layla smiled as she continued to walk away.
"Welcome to the family, hunny."
"Thank you."
"Shags will take care of you real good, he never says that to just anyone. He must see something special in you." The other girls nodded in agreement.
"Well I feel honored." She said quite genuinely.
"They are good people, they just come across hard"
"I just need someone. Anyone. I need to be around people right now."
"So, what’s your story?" A small girl with red hair asked.
"I was abandoned by my whole family after my grandparents died. I had no money, so I became a prostitute. I am a prostitute...well was...and I met this guy at a bar. His friend told him about me, but he really isn’t the hooker type. He gave me a place to stay for a day, and he genuinely cared for me. I fucked up and left ‘cause being in an actual relationship scared me. Needless to say, he hates me now. That really sucks because I had something great and I totally messed up." The other girls looked at her sympathetically as she told her story. A girl reached out to her and gave her a hug.
"Sometimes a nice hug is all you need to feel better." Layla sobbed into her shoulder. "I’m Sara, by the way."
"Emily."
"Drew."
"Michelle."
"Karen."
"Lexie." Layla nodded as the girls welcomed her. She was truly feeling welcomed and loved. She had doubted these people at first. She thought they were something completely different. She had everything she needed there. The only thing missing was someone that really loved her. Layla sighed. Ryan, I need you. She thought.
Later that night Layla was given a bed. She was to share a room with the man himself, Shaggy. There was one bed in that room. The sheets and the comforter were black. It was a king size and it was the softest thing Layla had ever felt. Across from the bed, sat a large plasma screen TV. The walls were painted blood red, and the carpet was black. Black dressers sat against the walls and gold records hung on the wall. Layla read them aloud:
"Carnival of Carnage, The Ringmaster, The Riddle box, The Great Milenko, The Amazing Jeckel Brothers, and The Wraith: Shangri-La. Those are some very good albums, Shaggy. I own all of them."
"Really?! You’re totally gonna fit in here, sweetness." Layla smiled and nodded.
"Here are some clothes, my dear." Shaggy said handing her a luxurious looking nightgown. Layla slipped off her tank-top leaving her bra. She shimmied out of her tight pants leaving her panties. Shaggy looked on at her in lust. She gingerly placed the silk garment over her body, and smiled as she took notice of the man staring at her.
"You. Are. Gorgeous." He very clearly stated.
"Thank you." Layla mumbled as she blushed.
Layla was liking it here already.
She hadn’t thought of Ryan since she first arrived.
What was this place doing to her?