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.

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

four, Neymar doesn’t like anyone out after that

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

suddenly the ‘boss’ around

after that.” She said again, purposely saying

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

like I was some kind of hard

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

he didn’t work

with re spect and respect his wishes. He’s the man of the house now.” She pushed the

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

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

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

“When you figure out your answer to that question, you’ll let me know when I get back from work,” I stressed on

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

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

was fix my messy hair to have those messy tresses

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

to me,

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

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