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

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

sigh, I make my way to her room, this

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

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

But as I do so, I’m slapped in the face by the

you’re home!” Mom chirped. Which is unusual for her

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

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

guess my mom

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

not hear me calling you?” I asked, nervously removing my gaze from the intimidating man. He was creeping

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body to and then back to me before

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

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

“Oh.” She nodded.

me. His stare is uncomfortable and has

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

need me,” I told her

Mom could’ve done better, been better but she

leave but her voice stops

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

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

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

to get a job and will be

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