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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I was more

her, I wasn’t sure where exactly I would be now.

neck after I applied the foundation. The marking he left wasn’t that visible anymore so it didn’t take a whole lot of foundation to cover

down just so that it would block any mark I failed to cover up. It would not be strange

up my phone, I pushed it inside my bag

of the breath I hadn’t known I was holding

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

to tell her what Neymar had done to me

back at

all day. So I had no

to tell her, but I wasn’t sure she’d even want to listen to a word

with him?” My voice is bitter and she detected it. I knew so when her brows

pushing the cigarette be tween her lips and pulling in the toxic fumes

help pay off the bills. We don’t have

want the bastard to listen to our conversation especially when

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

part of I

disappointment. “He’s a good guy Layla. Give him

looked at her like she had lost her damn mind. She probably did honestly. I laughed dryly, with no emotion, no humor

bruise he left on my neck with makeup. 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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