Layla’s pov

I brushed my still wet hair in a high bun and crunched my nose as I looked at my reflection staring back at me in the mirror.

So unusual of me to care to brush my hair or look the least bit presentable.

Still, even with my thoughts, I rummage through a draw in search of lipgloss I was hoping hadn’t expired, I swore I had the thing from back when I was eight. Honestly, I wasn’t sure.

When I pulled it out, I inspected it. It didn’t look like it would kill me and the expiring date had rubbed off so there was no telling.

So with a shrug, I applied it to my lips. It smelled like cherries and was a pretty red glossy color that made my lips look plump and cherry red.

I placed the lipgloss down then thought better of it and decided to hold it with me.

I took my small side bag and placed my wallet, my cracked phone and the lipgloss and then walked out of my room.

The air is already so clogged with the scent of weed and as I let out a little cough while entering the living room, I spot my mother and Neymar both on the couch.

Her head is rested on his lap as he draws in a puff of smoke and blows it into her opened mouth.

I cringe.

Nasty.

Neymar hears when I have entered, perhaps my footsteps because his dark eyes lift to mine.

Where are you going?” His tone is bitter, probably because of what I had told him earlier.

Mom’s eyes sweep over to mine when she heard his question and lifted herself off his lap. She coughed before speaking. “Where are you going darling?” She asked confused.

had every right to be, I usually stayed home on Saturdays to clean the entire house because she never did. And afterward,

usually my

upset that she was acting this way with a man

get out of here and Neymar’s

the words weren’t directed to me per se, they were about me, but

latch on the door, slightly looking over my shoulder at them.

when it shouldn’t, was that my mom never disagreed with Neymar. She didn’t say anything, not a single word had slipped out of her mouth to

No, she stayed quiet.

of response shattered my

silently try to coax myself to believe that she will defend me when I

the old steps and made my way

the guard lets me through the huge

while the other guard stares at me like I have a

bag nervously as I continued on my way. Tyler lived on a huge estate, surrounded by huge green trees. The road on the other hand was pretty

was still fairly

sight of the mansion. I never felt so

to stop. It

it been a day since

felt

who Tyler always threw his keys at. He stood beside the

to

in curiosity but nods

and I could no doubt feel the sweat on my skin. I perhaps look like a dying pig which piqued

him, not wanting

me back and I’m slightly surprised by the soft pitch of his voice. I hadn’t

Tyler’s. Mayor Wood. I feel tongue tied, and it didn’t help that I was fighting for every breath I could get. I

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