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.

on Saturdays to clean the entire house

Saturdays weren’t usually my

clenched teeth, upset that she was acting this way

here and Neymar’s words stop me. “She’s whoring

directed to me per se,

my hands can latch on the door, slightly looking over my shoulder at

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.

lack of response

lips together, blinking as I opened the door and slammed it shut. 1 silently try to coax myself to believe that she will defend me when I leave but I knew deep

and made my way to

softly, smiling slightly as the guard lets me through the huge

me like I have a bomb in

trees. The road on the other hand was pretty long and I knew it would

matter. It was

fifteen minutes until I saw the sight of the

for me to stop. It didn’t

been a day since

sure felt like

awkwardly at the man who Tyler always threw his keys at. He stood

to the

in curiosity but nods

my face was red and I could no doubt feel the

I greeted him, not

by the soft pitch of his voice. I hadn’t expected him

open. 1 stare gobsmacked at eyes similar to Tyler’s. Mayor Wood. I feel tongue tied, and it didn’t help that I was fighting for every breath I could get. I must look so. out

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