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.

clean the entire

weren’t usually my

through clenched teeth, upset that she was acting this

get out of here and Neymar’s words stop

me per se, they were about me, but

can latch on the door, slightly

with Neymar. She didn’t say anything, not a single word had slipped out of

No, she stayed quiet.

of response shattered

as I opened the door and slammed it shut. 1 silently try to coax myself to believe that she

the old steps and made my way to the bus

said softly, smiling slightly as the guard lets

at me like I have a bomb in my

hold the 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 long and

It was

was perhaps an entire fifteen minutes until I saw the sight of the mansion. I never felt so relieved

legs were begging for me to stop. It didn’t help

it been a day since I last

sure felt like

who Tyler always threw his keys at. He

to the

me in curiosity

the sweat on my skin. I

I greeted him, not wanting to be

of his voice. I hadn’t expected him to sound like that, especially with

is suddenly thrusted open. 1 stare gobsmacked at eyes similar to Tyler’s. Mayor Wood. I feel tongue tied, and it didn’t help that

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