Layla’s pov

| stared at her dumbfounded. A bit unsure if she really slapped me or not. The sting on my cheek told me she did and the instant regret in her eyes showed me so too.

She had slapped me.

That was all I needed for confirmation.

I raise my hand to my burning cheek and looked at her with blurred vision.

“You slapped me,” I stated, not accusing her since it ac tually did happen.

She looks regrettable but doesn’t apologize. “Now see what you made me do Layla?” She shakes her head as if I had caused this.

I probably did by calling her a whore. Still, it didn’t give her the right to slap me across my face.

Looking at her in disappointment, I said shakily. “I have to go.”

I couldn’t stay in her presence for another second. It

feels like my mom had truly turned into someone else. My mom before would never think to raise her hand on me. But that was when dad was still here.

He was no longer here and mom had turned into some one I can now consider a stranger.

started to walk away from her, blinking to remove the tears misting my eyes.

four, Neymar doesn’t

turning incredibly brutal. “What?” | said without emotion in my

suddenly the

four Layla. You can’t be out after

my shoulder, a bit uncomfortable to even stare into her eyes since they were that of a stranger. “I work after school. It’s impossible to get here

kind of hard task that troubled her. “I’ll have Neymar

spat, tired of hearing his name in a conversation that didn’t need to in volve

only just got here, he didn’t work hard to build this

ing this for us. All I ask is for you to treat Neymar with re spect and respect his wishes. He’s

was right. You don’t respect me as your mother. Layla, why can’t you

better life? Have you seen your self in

muted, completely speechless. Her eyes had a glaze,

that question, you’ll let me

I opened the door and slammed it shut

her what Neymar had done to me. And honestly, I shouldn’t have been surprised or hurt. I should’ve guarded my heart knowing she’d disap point me

I got off the bus, the first thing I did was fix my messy hair to have those messy tresses framing my

sure if her handprint had stayed on my cheek. And

focused on it and getting to the bathroom, I hadn’t noticed when a car was coming. I heard the screech ing of the tires as the driver held the brakes. I gasped and whipped my head to see who

opens quickly and Tyler rushes over to me, his eyes

if a car was coming?!” He growled, his hands coming on my shoulder

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