Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Layla’s pov

I blinked back the tears as I stared at my mother passed out on the couch. Empty bottles made a mess around her. The entire room smelled of beer and had a stench of something putrid.

My eyes fall to the white powder line on the dark-stained coffee table. I shook my head in disappointment. It had been like this since she lost her job a few months back.

She promised to be clean. She promised. But like all her promises, it went to shit.

She groans while shifting around. Her eyes blinked open and they fell on my figure standing before my room. Tiffany struts over to me. “I’m ready.”

“Oh.” She lets out when her eyes fall on my mother on the couch.

“Are you heading for school darling?” She asked me. The dark circles under her eyes had become prominent. Her creamy skin looked ashy, showcasing her lack of drinking enough water.

“Yes,” I murmured, gripping the strap of my bag tightly. “Well you two have fun. I’m going job searching today.” Her voice croaked, her voice is scratchy from the alcohol she had been consuming.

I nodded and started for the door while Tiffany followed behind me. “Aren’t you going to wish me luck?” She questions before I opened the front door.

I looked at Tiffany and she shakes her head. I sighed and opened the front door. “Good luck.”

Both Tiffany and I walked out. I slammed the door, angered by seeing her lose herself again. Job searching? I’d be lucky to see if she even showered today.

“She’s back on coke?” Tif questions in worry and pity.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” | grumble and started walking away from our crappy house.

Of course I cared, I hated seeing her this way. I did try to help her but she wouldn’t let me. And dad? He was too busy with his new family to even remember that my birthday was two days ago.

“Do you ever stay there and think about what if God made us with luscious curves and big boobs?” Tiffany sighed as her gaze focuses on Karen and her friends. They were the ‘it’ girls I suppose. And just like in those cliche books I wrote, they were nasty and mean.

desk, her posse surrounding her as they giggled, flipping their shiny hair over their shoulders. I had an inkling that extensions made the length of

be like them.” | nudged my chin towards the popular girls. “I don’t

to the walls of the classroom, suffocating us until we were forced to

bleach our hair like theirs? Maybe then we will be seen?” Tif

palm. “If you want your hair fried Tif, you do it on your own. I’m perfectly happy with my dark hair. And being unseen is a good

to Karen and her posse. For a girl who just had a break-up, she sure looked happy and carefree. Then again she and Tyler never stay away from each other for more

back even though she knows he cheats. This was their routine, fuck, cheat, break up

to me suddenly and a nasty scowl crafts its way on her features. “Ew, why the fuck is

staring at us?”

skipping drama. I swear my

breath. I hated so many eyes on me, being noticed was a curse. I tear my eyes away, feeling my cheeks heat up

sort of had it out for me the moment I accidentally spilled my juice on her perfect pretty pink dress

that day made it ten times

the creep is thinking about ways to kill one of us and take our place.” One of Karen’s posse

that statement. No matter how annoying they were, I

you still watching those thrillers?” Karen

“Maybe?” Paige replied reluctantly.

she leans towards me, palms

feel on top, she constantly tries to bring me down. It’s getting really annoying.” I muttered, gritting my teeth

gag as she nears. Never had I

oh,” Tiffany

with her palms flat on my desk. Her pink painted nails were long and for a second I wondered if it was comfortable for her to wipe her

cousin?” Her glossy lips curled into

ridiculous. She had it all, parents who were still together, money, and the hottest guys lining at her feet. Why did she insist on picking on me? Spilling juice years ago wasn’t a big deal. But I suppose to her,

the school, being jealous of Karen was a no no. Yes, she was beautiful but the outside was very far from what