Layla’s pov

My jaw pops as I glared at Neymar’s nasty smirking face. He loves getting me pissed off, I can see how much I enter tained him when I do.

“Just got back from the strip club?” He snorted, taking a step forward which caused me to take a step back involuntari

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He must’ve seen the flicker of fear in my eyes before I had time to mask it because his smirk grows and his eyes twinkled with cruelty.

| curse at myself inwardly for allowing him to see the weakness in my eyes.

His eyes fall to the paper bag I still have clutched in my hands. “What do you have here? Another set of thongs?”

| grit my teeth, sending him a disgusted glare. “It’s noth ing that should concern you.” | spat, gripping the bag tightly, and made a way to walk away

But mom’s words stunned me enough to stop me. “She brought croissants for dinner. Isn’t that right baby?” Mom tilts her head, looking at me innocently.

i blinked as I felt tears sting in my eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust her.

“I didn’t bring anything for anyone. Those were given to me.” Igritted out, shaking my head at her in disappointment.

Neymar looks angry at my response and approaches me. I backed away until I’m cornered.

“So are you saying that you don’t want to share with your mommy and daddy?” He taunted, his head leaning down as he grinned at me like the cat that got the milk.

“Get away from me asshole.” I hissed, tilting my head away from his face because his breath reeked of beer and weed. A nasty disgusting belly turning combination that tick led my urge to hurl.

I flinched when he reaches forward, his fingers playing with my hair. “Now that’s no way to talk to your daddy.” He said lowly and brushed some of those strands behind my ear.

over his shoulder, catching mom looking over at us with her arms crossed and a hesitant

using

me by turning away and scratching at her arms like that would help her from feeling the guilt of betraying her

back over to Neymar.

not my dad and will never be. Now step away.” || seethed, tilting my chin up to show my defiance and that | wasn’t afraid

of his brows and curled his finger un der my chin. “And what are you

knives

cut off your air supply whore?” He taunted while

getting stuck in my throat. I stay silent, contemplating if I can actually have enough time to reach for one of those knives before he

throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t have enough time to grab it before he grab a hold of my

chuckles. I

out of my hand before I can react and moves away from me. “Thanks for dinner little whore.” He winks

snapped in frustration, taking a

making me stumble

will you do if I don’t whore!?” He

soft voice cracks through

like a switch, his emotions changed from anger to

it all the while looking

month full of mushed croissants and then

groan in frustration while gripping at my hair. Mom’s still standing there which is surprising that she hadn’t tumbled yet with how much she

eyes misted with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any more.” I breathed

the glimpse

right to feel any kind of pain. She wasn’t the one hurting

would never make any man choke me, corner me, and touch me in this way. The mom I knew would

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