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.

at least hope for the best but my mother was unpredictable and wouldn’t care who she

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

her room, this time a

of weed became, and the more I wanted to walk

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

pushed the door open praying that the smell won’t affect my lungs. But as I do

chirped. Which is

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

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

mom didn’t

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

I asked, nervously removing my gaze

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out.

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

nudging her head to the bag Tyler

biting the inside of my cheek before responding. “It’s nothing. Just a

“Oh.” She nodded.

the man’s eyes on me, burning through me. His stare

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

need me,” I

done better, been better but she refuses

turn around to leave but her voice stops

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

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

fist balling at my sides. As if I’d ever let a man I

I’m going to get a job

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