TWO DAYS LATER***
ROGER’S RESIDENCE***
Layla came out of her room, dressed in her school uniform. She went downstairs to find the maid setting the breakfast on the dining table.
“Where’s Mom?” She asked.
“She’s up in her room, I haven’t called her down yet” the maid replied.
“Okay, I’ll call her,” Layla said and tried to walk away.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,. Miss” the maid tried to say.
Layla smiled.
“Don’t worry, she’s my Mom after all” she muttered before going to her Mom’s room.
She entered her parents room and she met her Mom sprawled on the floor, snoring loudly.
She sighed. She walked to her and tried to raise her up when Mrs. Rogers opened her eyes.
She quickly pushed her away and Layla fell to the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs. Rogers questioned, staring at her h@tëfully.
“I… I wanted to ca…” Layla stuttered.
“Didn’t I ask you not to come near me? You really want to die, huh?”
“I’m sorry” Layla muttered with trembling lips.
“Stop telling me that word! Will that bring back my husband?” Mrs. Rogers yelled.
“And what about me? Aren’t I your daughter? Don’t you care for me also? It’s always about Dad! Dad! Dad! Do you think I’m happy also? Do you think I’m happy about Dad’s death?!” Layla shouted in tears.
“Every night, do you know what I go through? Why do you h@të me, Mom? Why?!!”
“Stop calling me that!!” Mrs. Rogers yelled and pounced on her, hitting her face very hard.
“Stop calling me your mom, you bastard! If you want me to accept you as my daughter, then bring back my husband!” Mrs. Rogers yelled.
Luckily, the maid entered and quickly freed Layla from Mrs. Rogers’ hold.
Layla’s face was already filled with bruises due to the beatings she received.
“Get out right now!” Mrs. Rogers screamed.
The maid held Layla’s hand and dragged her out of the room.
She took her to her room and started treating her face. Layla was crying throughout.
“Miss, stop the tears please” she begged.
“Is she my mom? Why does she h@të me so much? Why?” Layla cried.
The maid pulled her to her chest and rocked her like a baby.
“Stop thinking that way, Miss. She just needs a little time to come around” she muttered.
“I h@të my life,” Layla cried against her chest.
***
WASHINGTON METROPOLITAN HIGH SCHOOL***
Layla entered the class and all eyes fell on her, she shouldn’t have come to school but she had to in order to escape from her mother.
? What’s wrong with her?
? Is that bruises on her face?
? Did she got hit or what?
? d@mn, she looks so ugly
? Wyatt is so gonna h@të her when he see how ugly she looks.
Layla ran out of the class when she couldn’t take it anymore.
Jaime was just coming to the school, he watched as she ran past him not casting a glance at him.
“What’s wrong?” He wondered as he walked to the class.
He went to Lilian who’s on his seat. Mickey is not in school yet.
“I came before you,” she smiled.
He nodded absentmindedly.
“I saw Layla running out of the class now, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“She came to the school with a bruised face and the students wouldn’t stop mocking her,” Lilian explained.
“What? A bruised face?”
“Yes. Something is surely wrong with her, it’s so obvious” Lilian muttered.
Jaime was already out of the class before she knew it.
“I knew he was going to run after her” she mumbled, biting her lips.
“Gosh, this crazy feeling has to stop” she hits her chest twice.
***
Layla came out of the restroom, drying her tears away. She looked at herself in the mirror and she smiled sadly.
She looked pathetic, no wonder the students were mocking her.
She washed her face before finally finding her way back to the class.
She passed by an empty class and the voices she heard there stopped.
“What’s suddenly wrong with you? You never liked her before” Jayden said to Wyatt.
“Have you forgotten why you dated her in the first place?” Cole asked too.
“Or do you want me to remind you? You dated Layla just so spite Jaime! You never loved her, you just wanted to use her to get to Jaime. What’s suddenly wrong with you?” Jayden shouted.
Layla’s eyes widened. Was she hearing things already?
“I know, but I don’t understand myself anymore,” Wyatt said.
Immediately she heard Wyatt’s voice, she barged into the class.
Wyatt’s eyes went wide when he saw her while his friends acted nonchalantly.
“Babe..” a slap landed on his face.
“You bastard!” Layla screamed as hot tears rolled down her face.
“How could you?”
“It’s not what you think, I can explain” another slap landed on his face.
“Explain what? Explain that I’m a toy to you? That I’m being used?”
Wyatt’s eyes were already red by now.
“Baby, please I’m sorry. I was just out of my senses when I did that” he pleaded.
“Just shut it! I h@të you, Wyatt! I h@të you so much!” Layla screamed before running out in tears.
Wyatt ran after her.
She met Jaime just outside the class, and it looks like he heard what they said.
“Lay..” Jaime tried to call when she ran past him in tears.
Wyatt was about to run past him too when he caught him by the hand.
“You jerk! How could you?” He yelled as he punched him in the stomach.
“Hit me! I deserve more!” Wyatt yelled as tears flowed down his cheeks.
It was a play all along, but he found himself falling in love with her.
TBC
