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.

the best but my mother was unpredictable and wouldn’t care who she hurt in the

answer, my hands tremble as it brushed the doorframe and I peeked in. I’m relieved to not see

sigh, I make my way to her room, this time a

her door, the stronger the stench of weed became,

door. It’s slightly opened and from

the smell won’t affect my lungs. But as I do so, I’m slapped in

home!” Mom chirped. Which is unusual

to her bed, where I can see her covering her naked body with a flimsy sheet.

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

my mom didn’t get the

frame and I shivered in disgust when he smirked. This wasn’t the first time inom brought someone over. She usually did this

you?” I asked, nervously removing my gaze

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out.

turning to stare at the man she just gave her body to and then back to me before she giggled. “I

asked nudging her head

before responding. “It’s nothing. Just a

“Oh.” She nodded.

me. His stare is

but he looked like a guy who had just come out of jail. And knowing my mom’s taste in men, he

be in my room if you need me,” I told her softly, wanting to get

was disappointed. Mom could’ve done better,

turn around to leave but her voice

worry about the bills for this month, Neymar has promised to pay it

wanted to know.

fist balling at my sides. As if I’d ever let a man I don’t

going to get a job and will be able to pay the

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