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.

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

like them.” | nudged my chin towards the popular

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

like theirs?

my desk and cheek on my 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 thing, a fantastic thing even. Means

and her posse. For a girl who just had a break-up, she sure looked happy and carefree. Then again she and

few days and she’ll go begging for him to take her back even though she knows he cheats. This was their routine, fuck, cheat,

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

staring at us?”

my life is exactly like the books

robots, her friends snap their heads my way. I held 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

it being her birthday that day made

Maybe the creep is thinking about ways to kill one

how annoying

still watching those thrillers?” Karen

“Maybe?” Paige replied reluctantly.

Tif murmurs as she leans towards me, palms on

order to feel on top, she constantly tries to bring me down. It’s getting really annoying.” I muttered, gritting my teeth while refusing to look at Karen and her

as she nears. Never had I

oh,” Tiffany

her palms flat on my desk. Her pink painted nails were long and for a second I wondered if

cousin?” Her glossy

her feet. Why did she insist on picking on me? Spilling juice years ago wasn’t a big deal. But I suppose to her, it

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