Love , Secrets & Betrayal.

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** Hey Guys !! This is my very FIRST story so please bear with me. ALL OPINIONS ARE WELCOME ! 

* I made some changes to some of the characters names*

* Layla  

"LAYLA!" My mother yelled from her room scaring me almost half to death.

"Yes?" I yelled groggily trying to rise in the bed.

"I know you heard that damn alarm clock." She said appearing in the doorway trying to put one of her earrings in her ear.

"Yes, Ma'am I'm getting up now." I said standing up and stretching.

I placed my arms on my side and stared at my mother. She was so beautiful with her caramel complexion and long jet-black hair. Born Angelica Jo'Ann Perkins, my mother grew up in Greenville, South Carolina with a house full of siblings, my mother never knew the meaning of being alone. She loved her life and her parents dearly. They did everything they could to make sure my mother, her sisters and cousins never wanted for anything, as my mother does for me and my sister Amir. I loved her for working so hard for us. I stayed as humble as I possibly could and I rarely disrespected her because of her love and determination as a mother.

"Okay well I have a late shift tonight, so when you and Amir get out of school I left thirty dollars inside the cat on the microwave, order some pizza and please make sure she doesn't leave this damn house until she finishes her homework."

My mother let out a sigh and walked to the mirror that hung on my bathroom door and rubbed her hand down her pants leg so that the little wrinkles would smoothen out.

"That damn girl thinks she is grown and that she can do whatever the fuck she pleases, not while in my fucking house, she will either abide by my rules or get the fuck out" she said walking over to me.

She placed a kiss on my forehead and walked out of my room

"I love you and have a good day at school baby" she said opening the door and closing it behind her.

I looked at the alarm clock, 9:32 it read. I sighed and walked to my closet and looked through my clothes. I didn't know what the fuck to wear today. Amir poked her head in my door and stood staring at me.

"She gone?" she asked looking at my closet.

"Girl yes." I said pulling out a white tank top and black jeans.

I might as well dress casual today since I'm not wanting to dress up today. I pushed my door closed in Amir's face and walked to the bathroom. My hair was a damn mess. I tried to comb my fingers through it but it got tangled. I took a deep breath and took a long look at myself in the mirror. Everything about my looks screamed Angelica Parker. I looked exactly like my mother. Only thing that could help people tell us apart was that I had three little beauty marks under my chin. With a perky B-cup, long jet-black hair that came past my shoulders, full thick lips and hips made every boy from the block and from school turn their heads to look my way. Slick little comments made me even more confident when I walked past them.

"Damn lil mama where you going "They would always ask. I would smile and keep walking, but that only pissed them off. "Fuck you then, stuck up bitch. Yo pussy probably loose anyway." 

I laughed it off and kept it pushing. If anything, my pussy was far from loose. I was a virgin, and I planned to keep It that way until I was married. The stories my best friend Alexis told me made me rethink every thought I ever had about sex. She made it seem like sex was like being stabbed repeatedly. I was cool on that.