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.

catching mom looking over at us with

pleaded with her using my eyes to help

away and scratching at her arms like that would help her from feeling the guilt of

lips together, my eyes sweeping back over to Neymar.

tilting my chin

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

against my chest, I looked over at the knives on the countertop. Neymar catches where my gaze

to reach for that before ! cut off your air supply whore?” He

contemplating if I can actually have enough time to reach for one of those knives before

throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t

chuckles. I grit my teeth, fuming

I can react and moves

it back asshole.” I snapped in frustration, taking

whips around quickly, making me stumble back

what will you do if

Mom’s soft voice cracks through the tense

a switch, his emotions changed from anger to taunting. He

it all the while looking

again for the dinner.” He smirks with a month full

Mom’s still standing there which is surprising that she hadn’t tumbled yet

over at her and shook my head while my eyes misted with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any more.” I

eyes tearing away from mine. I caught the glimpse of pain in her eyes and I wanted to

had no right to feel any kind of pain. She wasn’t the one hurting

me, corner me, and touch me in this way. The mom I knew would fight for me no matter what.” | sobbed, rubbing under

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