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.

misting my eyes. But her next words stopped me

doesn’t like anyone out after

incredibly brutal. “What?” | said without emotion in my voice. She had to be kidding. There was no way those

Neymar suddenly

Layla. You can’t be out after that.” She said again, purposely saying it louder than

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

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

need Neymar to know anything!” | spat, tired of hearing his name in a conversation that didn’t

here, he didn’t work hard

treat Neymar with re spect and respect his wishes. He’s the man of the house now.” She pushed the cigarette in between her lips and pulled the smoke into her

was right. You don’t respect me as your mother. Layla, why can’t you see I’m doing this for us to have a bet ter

with pity, for her. ” You’re doing this to have a better life? Have you seen your self in the mirror mom? You look

muted, completely speechless. Her eyes had a glaze, something close to tears. I

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

life.” With that, I opened the door and slammed it shut when I

shouldn’t have been surprised or

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

her handprint had stayed on my cheek. And honestly, I was afraid to

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 the tires as the driver held the brakes. I gasped

me, his eyes wide

car was coming?!” He growled, his hands coming on my shoulder and turning me around to face him

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