Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 82

Layla’s pov

Tiffany’s aunt called to tell me that I got the job the next day even though I had yet to go for the interview at her place.

Voicing out my concerns about haven’t worked at a bakery before, she eased my mind and told me to come in before four tomorrow. Tomorrow would be Monday and I only just remembered that Tyler and I had plans after school.

Those plans would have to wait, unfortunately.

*Monday*

I woke up with a start this morning. Neymar and mom were at it. They were yelling, cursing, and saying vulgar things that made my stomach knot.

I had been tempted to call the police but as soon as I peeked out of my door, I saw them making out in the hall way. It hadn’t looked forced. But still looked disgusting and repulsive.

Thad sighed in relief and frustration. At least he wasn’t killing her, but unfortunately, if I do call the cops there was

a high chance that he’d bring mom along with him. I was stuck. Completely so.

But now as I look at the slight bruise his fingers left on my neck I’m more than tempted to call the cops on him. What if one day he goes too far? What if one day he does n’t remove his hands?

There were a lot of what if’s. So many that I’d lost count.

| started to cover the marking with the foundation and concealer Tiffany gave me on Saturday. I was so grateful for her. I knew it was a word she put in for me so her aunt would give me the job without even knowing me complete

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that, I was more

God gave her to me. Without her, I wasn’t sure where exactly I would be

the foundation. The marking he left wasn’t that visible anymore so it didn’t take a whole lot

to cover up. It would not be strange too, since

up my phone, I pushed it inside my bag and walked

I hadn’t known I was holding when she walked out with a huge shirt, no pants, and a cigarette

off to school darling?” She asked and walking over to me and taking a puff of her cigarette. She blows it out

the door and looked at her door, contemplat ing if to tell her what Neymar had done

at

day. So I had no choice but to keep my mouth sealed just in case

wasn’t sure she’d even want to listen to a word I have

said. “Why are you with him?” My voice is

pushing the cigarette be tween her lips and pulling in the

out she answers. “He’ll help pay off the bills. We don’t

at her door, being cautious. I didn’t want the bastard to listen to our conversation

mom, we don’t need him. I can put in a word for

part of I don’t have to work

in disappointment. “He’s a good guy

dryly, with no emotion, no humor at all. “A good guy? Is he a good guy

How had you not heard him arguing with me that day, I’d never know.” | said sarcastically, undoubtedly ac cusing her of not

help me.

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