Layla’s pov

“Thanks.” | smiled at Tiffany as she handed me the small black bag that supposedly had the concealer and foundation.

I held the door with one hand so she’d not see how ex tremely dirty inside was. Neymar and mom left an incredi ble mess in the living room, scattered with empty beer cans and cigarette buds.

“You’re welcome. You’re lucky Sarah left these on her last visit.” She snorted and then wiggled her brow. “Are you trying to do a makeover for Tyler? Trying to look as sexy as possible while getting down and dirty?” 

“Shut up. “I rolled my eyes yet forced a smile. I didn’t want her to notice anything was wrong with me. And I prayed she’d not see the marks on my neck.

But it seems I had spoken too soon.

Tiffany’s eyes narrowed as she stares into my eyes. “You were crying.”

I looked away from her. “It’s nothing.”

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She looked worried when I brought my gaze back to her. I didn’t want her to be worried about me. So I decided to tell her something that I was sure would tug her atten tion away from my red and slightly swollen eyes.

“Tyler and I finally did it today.” | winced inwardly knowing her attention would tug away from my red eyes to Tyler and me.

And I was right. Her eyes widen and she looked stunned and excited. “Really? Oh my God. Was it good? Did it hurt? Was he huge like all the girls said he was? Was he quick? Was he slow? Did he treat you well? Was he rough? Did he moan? Did you moan!?” She rushed out in one breath.

Then her eyes drop to my legs. “Some girls say they couldn’t really walk after they had sex with Tyler, far less be able to stand up properly. It’s amazing how your legs aren’t shaking.” She giggled.

I opened my mouth to answer but then no words came out. My mouth slams back shut unsure and very awkward for me to reply to all her questions.

I look over her shoulder. I wave at her dad who waved back at me. Tiffany sighs

to pick up my brother in a few.

I guess.” She sighs heavily and

know every detail as soon as possible. You’re not off the hook

don’t I know

eyes and smiled at her. We say our good byes and Tiffany leaves

I wish I was free from here. Free from this

fought to

door and started to walk back to my room, I got a glimpse of her door and I lost hope when I

with a guy like Neymar

my head with a sinking heart, I entered my room and locked the door

my room without my permission

Ty Ty.” Daffodil squeals as soon as they

stairs and he assumed she was choosing to watch Dora on the TV

first time in his life, he wanted

he wanted, no craved, to be in someone’s presence so much that his skin itched and under his feet tingled to actually

and trailed his way over to Daff’s room. When he got there, Dora was play

raised

shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe

the strange sounds you and Layla

mind. The second was. Fuck did she hear him and Layla

up earlier than

Did she hear them?

itch his scalp.” You heard us this afternoon?” He winces when he asked

nods.” Yes. Why do you two make those sounds? They were so loud. I

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