Layla's POV
I woke up to my drunkard of a father slamming the door. He must just be getting home I thought. I peered at the ancient animatronic watch on my wrist and saw it was 12:28 in the afternoon. I sighed and got up. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower of course the water was freezing cold and uncomfortable but I had grown used to uncomfortable and used to the cold water we didn't have money for hot. When I was done getting dressed I grabbed my house key shoved it in my pants pocket and went down the creaky steps to find my father all stretched out on the old couch in the living room he was asleep like always with an empty whiskey bottle on his belly. I sighed shook my head and walked out the door into the hardcore streets of Huston.
