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.

know, I should at least hope for the best but my mother

doorframe and I

I make my way to her room, this

became, and the more I wanted to walk

her so I continued my way to her door. It’s slightly opened and from what I can see

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

chirped. Which is unusual for her to

sheet. And right beside her, smoking what I presume was weed was a man who looked

roots. His face wasn’t clean shaven and he was obviously a man

my mom

when he smirked. This wasn’t the first time inom brought someone over. She usually did this so she can get money

nervously removing my gaze from the intimidating man.

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out.

her body to and then back to me before she giggled. “I was busy, I

in the bag?” She asked nudging her head

biting the inside of my cheek before

“Oh.” She nodded.

His stare is uncomfortable and has me

guy who had just come out of jail. And

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

better,

to leave but her voice

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

a name. Not that I wanted to know.

ever let a man

be unnecessary. I’m going to get a job and will be able to pay the

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