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.

her, blinking to remove the tears misting my eyes. But her next words stopped me just

Neymar doesn’t like anyone

my hands on the doorknob turning incredibly brutal. “What?” | said without emotion in my voice. She had to be kidding. There

suddenly the

four Layla. You can’t be out after that.” She said again, purposely

looked at her over 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 before four when

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

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

didn’t work

do ing this for us. All I ask is for you to treat Neymar with re spect and respect his wishes. He’s the man of the house now.” She pushed the

don’t respect me as your mother. Layla, why can’t you see I’m doing this for us to have

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, what better life

speechless. Her eyes had a glaze, something close to tears. I would not fall

question, you’ll let me know when I get

a better life.” With that, I opened the door and slammed

her what Neymar had done to me. And honestly, I shouldn’t have been

I did was fix my messy hair to have those messy tresses framing

had stayed on

the bathroom, I hadn’t noticed when a car was coming. I heard the screech ing of the tires as the driver held the

quickly and Tyler rushes over to me, his eyes

over like that without look ing to see if a car was coming?!”

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