47 Breaking free….

Lyla

I stood, stunned at Nanny’s words, trying to process her demand to break up with Xander.

It made me speechless but only for a moment. Then slowly, a laugh bubbled up from my chest as I crossed my arms.

“Break up with him?” I repeated. “You have no right to tell me that. You cannot ask me to break up with him. There’s no reason for that.”

“It’s for your own

good, Lyla!” Nanny sighed. “You’ll thank me later, I promise you.”

“No!” I scoffed. “Who do you think you are to make such decisions for me? My mother?”

I paused, trying to fight the tears at the back of my throat.

“Newsflash: You’re not. I’ll be twenty soon. I’m an adult and I can make decisions about who I date or who not to date.”

Nanny clenched her teeth, her fists tightening at her sides. “Well, young lady you’re still 19. And you’re living under my roof, cating the food I put on the table. I take care of you; I buy every fucking thing you need. That’s the least you owe me, to do as you’re told.”

The curse word hung in the air between us. In all the years we’ve been living together, I’ve never heard her use foul language. I knew I should back down by now but I was too angry to care about anything else.

“No!” I shot back. “What I owe you is gratitude for taking care of me all these years not blind obedience for the future. You’re just jealous. You hate that I’ve broken free, that I’ve finally gotten away from the chains of our family and our laws that held me bound all these years. Well, guess what? I’m going to live my life on my terms, whether you approve of it or not. And if you’re so tired of fending for me, maybe I’ll just leave”

Nanny chuckled dryly. “Jealous of you? For what reason, Lyla? What about you triggers jealousy? The fact that your father rejected you and doesn’t give a fuck about you. You think this is about being jealous?”

She shook her head, her voice growing stronger as she continued. “A relationship that makes you skip school, submit assignments late, go to class late, skip classes and Moon knows what else that’s not the good kind, Lyla. You’re supposed to be winning together and not slinking into this… this…” she trailed off shaking her head.

done and how many days have you taken off from the café? You’ve been neglecting everything you’ve worked for, everything we’ve worked for. Lyla, I need you to come to your senses, something is suspicious about all of this and the mark…” she trailed off again. I rolled my eyes. “You’re so dramatic.

am trying to protect you!” she velled. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed the sex toys

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missed out on a lot of things as a teenager and this is just a phase but let’s face it, Lyla… I’m sick of doing this. You have to grow up and I mean it. This is not the pack house where you had everyone at your beck and call… here you have to work really hard to get anything you want and

school.”

snooping through my stuff?” I screamed, taking a

time for students to transfer? He shows up in the middle of the year, and just

mad because I’m not your little puppet anymore. Do you think you can control me just because you’ve looked after me

as she struggled to contain her emotions. For a moment, she looked so small, so defeated and I felt almost a pang of guilt. Almost.

what?” I snapped. “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

think, I grabbed a small bag from my closet and

Nanny was standing by the door. When she saw me, her eyes widened with fear, her earlier anger replaced

doing?” she

replied moving to the door. “I think I’ve been a burden to you for so long. I’ll just try and figure out what to do

shrugged her off. “Don’t do this. We can talk about it. Just… just calm down

her a cold stare. “In fact, I’m done talking,” I added, not sparing her a second glance as I opened the door and

following me as I strode down

her and continued

now. I marched down the street, refusing to turn back. When I was a few blocks away, I pulled out my phone and

in without hesitation. As the car drove away,

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doorway, sobbing silently.

didn’t feel guilty. Not

up at Xander’s house

I remembered it sleck, modern and always a little too perfect. After I paid the driver, I stood on the sidewalk for some minutes, silently regretting why I had left the house. Maybe I had been too hasty in my decision. What if Xander turned me away? What if his father refused to let me stay? He

door swung open to reveal Mr Dupree. His eyes took in my appearance and without saying a word, he retreated into the house. A

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