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.

walk away from her, blinking to remove the tears misting my eyes. But her next words stopped me just when my finger clutched

Neymar doesn’t like anyone

without emotion in my voice. She had to be kidding. There was no way those words slipped out

was Neymar suddenly the ‘boss’ around

before four Layla. You can’t be out after

were that of a stranger. “I work after school. It’s impossible to

like I was some kind of hard task that troubled her.

Neymar to know anything!” | spat, tired of hearing his name in

only just got here, he didn’t work hard

spect and respect his wishes. He’s

head in disappointment. “Neymar was right. You don’t respect me as your mother. Layla, why can’t you see I’m doing this for us

on laughed. It was dry and emotionless. But of all, it was filled with pity, for her. ” You’re doing this to have a better life? Have you seen your self in the mirror mom? You look even more miserable than before. Tell me,

eyes had a glaze, something close to tears.

figure out your answer to that question, you’ll let me know when I

I opened the door and slammed it shut when I heard her calling

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

I did was fix

wasn’t sure if her handprint had stayed on my cheek. And

pace was quick and my eyes were set on the school entryway. So focused on it and getting to the bathroom, I hadn’t noticed when a car was coming. I heard the screech ing of

driver’s door opens quickly and Tyler rushes over to me, his eyes wide with panic.

thinking just crossing over like that without look ing to see if a car was coming?!” He growled, his hands coming on my shoulder and turning me around to face him

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