Layla’s pov

My heart was thumping in my chest with an uneven beat. My hands reach out for the door and opened it quickly.

Finally, I can breathe. Running home was such a workout.

| gasp for a lungful of air, tempted to throw my bag on the floor and just call it a day. But then my eyes roamed around the area and noticed for the first time, she wasn’t on the chair passed out.

My brows knit as I closed the door.

How long had it been since I last seen my mom off the chair when I got home?

“Mom?” I called out to her, kicking off my converse and kicking them to the side.

There was no answer.

Maybe she did go job searching after all?

My eyes snap to the clock mounted on the wall, just beside the hanging flowers. It read three thirty but I knew it read wrong. It needed new batteries.

Shaking my head I gripped my bag and made my way down the small hallway. My legs nearly feeling like butter as my eyes sweep over to the opened bathroom door.

Was she in there? Did something happen to her?

With my mom’s choices, I knew that there was a possibility that she’ll go too far one day. That something bad can happen to her. I just only hope today wasn’t that day.

“Mom?” I called out again, this time softer, almost fearful even.

My stomach knotted, expecting to probably see my mother on the floor knocked out cold or in the tub suffocated by water in her lungs.

hope for the best but my mother was unpredictable and wouldn’t

the doorframe and I peeked

sigh, I make my way to her room, this time a little hopeful that she was just

get to her door, the stronger the stench of weed became, and the more I wanted to walk away before !

It’s slightly opened and from what I can see from the slight crack,

praying that the smell won’t affect my lungs. But as I do so, I’m slapped in the face by the smoke and

Mom chirped. Which is

bed, where I can see her covering her naked body with a flimsy sheet. And right beside her, smoking what I presume was

is dark, looking to be dyed judging by his blonde roots. His face wasn’t clean shaven and he was obviously a

guess my mom didn’t get

first time inom brought someone over. She

removing my gaze from the intimidating man. He

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out.

to and then back to me before she giggled. “I

asked nudging her head to the bag Tyler had forced

it tighter, biting the inside of my cheek before responding. “It’s nothing. Just a few things

“Oh.” She nodded.

me. His stare is uncomfortable and has me

judge him, but he looked like a guy who had just come out of jail.

in my room if you need me,” I told her

disappointed. Mom could’ve done better,

around to leave but her voice stops

this month, Neymar has promised to pay it full! Isn’t that

man has a name. Not that I wanted to know. He wouldn’t be here by tomorrow morning.

turned around, my fist balling at my sides. As if I’d ever let

I’m going to get a

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