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.

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

with her using

disappoints me by turning away and scratching at her arms like that would

my eyes sweeping back over to Neymar. It looks

away.” || seethed, tilting my chin up to show my defiance and that

un der my chin. “And what are you going to do if I

I looked over at the knives on the countertop. Neymar catches where my gaze drifted

your air supply whore?” He taunted while his fingers left

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

sweep over to the knives again and my throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t have enough time to

chuckles. I grit my teeth,

react and moves

snapped

whips around quickly, making me stumble back a

will you do if I don’t whore!?” He

Mom’s soft voice cracks through the tense

like a switch, his emotions changed from anger to taunting. He opens the bag,

then bit into it all the

He smirks with a month full of mushed croissants and then

hair. Mom’s still standing there which

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

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

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

choke me, corner me, and touch me in this way. The mom I knew would fight for me no matter

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