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.

least hope for the best but my mother was

my hands tremble as it brushed the doorframe and I peeked in. I’m relieved to

room, this time a little hopeful that she

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

continued my way to her door. It’s slightly opened and from what I can see from the slight crack, the

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

home!” Mom chirped. Which is

body with a flimsy sheet. And right beside her, smoking

His face wasn’t clean shaven and he was

my mom didn’t get the

swept over my frame and I shivered in disgust when he smirked. This wasn’t the first time inom brought someone

not hear me calling you?” I asked, nervously removing my gaze

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out.

man she just gave her body to and then back to me before she giggled. “I was busy, I didn’t hear

in the bag?” She asked nudging her head to the bag Tyler had forced me

my cheek before

“Oh.” She nodded.

could feel the man’s eyes on me, burning through me. His stare is uncomfortable and has me shifting

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

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

done better, been better but

to leave but

about the bills for this month, Neymar has

has a name. Not that I wanted to know. He wouldn’t be here by tomorrow morning. None

my sides. As if I’d ever let a man I don’t even

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

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