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.

stayed home on Saturdays to clean the entire house because

usually

upset that she was acting this way with a man she barely

move to get out of here and Neymar’s words stop me. “She’s whoring herself

to me per se,

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

what surprised me, 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

No, she stayed quiet.

lack of response shattered

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 down that it was

old steps and made my

slightly as the

stares at me like I have

as I continued on my way. Tyler lived on a huge estate, surrounded by huge green trees. The road on

matter. It was still

until I saw the sight of the mansion. I never felt

were begging for me to stop. It didn’t help that I was

it been a day since I last

felt

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

teading to

looks at me in curiosity but nods

was red and I could no doubt feel the

I greeted him, not

pitch of his voice. I

Wood. I feel tongue tied, and it didn’t help that I was fighting for every breath I

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