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.

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

Neymar doesn’t like anyone out

my hands on the doorknob turning incredibly brutal. “What?” | said without emotion in my voice. She had to be kidding. There was no way those words slipped out of

was Neymar suddenly the

be out after that.” She said again, purposely saying it

they were that of a stranger. “I work

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

know anything!” | spat, tired of hearing

he didn’t work hard to build this house.

treat Neymar with re spect and respect his wishes.

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

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

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

shook my head. “When you figure out your answer to that question, you’ll let me know when I get back from work,” I

going to school to get a better life.” With that, I opened the door and slammed it shut when I

hadn’t cared when I told 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

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

had stayed on

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 me, his eyes wide

to see if a car was coming?!” He growled, his hands coming on my shoulder and turning me around

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