Bad Behavior

Chapter 15

Layla in M/M
Layla POV

I strolled inside of my moms trailer to see her laid out on the couch, taking dick from some stranger nigga, just like I thought. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to the back, to the bathroom. I needed to take a shower and get this club must off of me. I turned the left knob, for hot water, but nothing came out of the shower hose. What the hell!

I turned the hot water knob off and back on, still nothing.

"What are you doing? Trying to wash some niggas stank off you?"My older sister asked as she leaned up against the wall by the sink. She would've leaned on the door but her fat ass broke it a few days ago and mom hasn't gotten it fixed since. "No."I gave a simple answer.

I didn't want to talk to her or anybody at the moment. I just wanted to shower and sleep.

"Whea you been at all night?"She continued to question me. See that's what I hate, her and mom are both always questioning my whereabouts and who I've been with. That's none of their damn business to begin with.  Mom needs to worry about getting this damn water turned back on, she's forever missing the deadline. I wonder what she does with the money she makes prostituting, besides buying fake Gucci bags and fake shoes. And my sister needs to just worry about her damn self.

"A club."I replied. I had to tell her what I've been up to or else she'd go and tell mom that I'm hiding stuff and acting mischievous. Then they'll both beat the brakes off of me, like they did two years ago when they found out I'd lost my virginity.

I swear my sister set me up that night. She introduced me to this grown ass man who wouldn't tell me his age and I was a young lady, just entering my hoe days. I wanted to know what sex felt like.  But I've been over my hoe days for a few weeks now. I've calmed myself down a lot over time.

"Oh."She mumbled before leaving the bathroom. I looked out at the hallway, through the imaginary door. After a while, I gave up on hoping the water would come back on. I exited the bathroom and went to the room that I share with my sister. "Don't get ya stank ass in this bed."She warned. I rolled my eyes and got on my knees to look under her bunk bed. I pulled one of her shirts out and changed into it. Before she could notice that I took one of her shirts, I climbed up the small amount of steps and got under the covers. They were very thin but we didn't have air conditioning so I didn't care.

It was three in the morning when I finally went to sleep.

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I awoke around seven am, two hours before my mom and sister had to wake up for their clients.

When I went to brush my teeth, the water still hadn't turned back on yet. I sighed and pulled my bone straight hair into a ponytail, then went to my moms room. She was sprawled out all over her queen sized bed, sleep. I snuck inside her room, past her bed and into her closet. My mom and I are the same size in clothes and shoes so I often take her shit since she won't buy me any clothes. Sometimes she gets mad about it, sometimes she doesn't care.

I took a plain orange shirt off the hanger along with some blue jeans. I went over to her shoes, the Nike ones of course. Those are the only real shoes she's got in here, the rest are fake Jordans, fake Yeezys and fake heels. I picked out the closest to orange ones and started to take the brown things out of the toe of them.

"What the hell are you doing little girl?"I heard mother yell. I jumped. Her sudden voice scared the shit out of me, I thought she was sleep. "I thought you were sleep."I mumbled.

"Does it sound like I'm sleep? No it doesn't and what the hell I told you about snooping in my shit?"She scolded. I rolled my eyes. "Roll them eyes again hea! I'a smack the living devil outta you, little girl."She warned.

"Where you going?"She asked, coming closer. "Out."I replied.

As soon as I said that, her hand came in contact with my face. "Where are you going?"She asked again. "A place in the world mama damn, it's not ya business. Don't you have a client coming over in  a few minutes?"I asked, trying to get her mind off of me and what I was doing.

"Oh yeah. I hope you're not taking my lace panties, I'm using those today."She went over to the dresser against the wall, where she kept her good undergarments. She gives me the old, ugly ones but whatever.

"Are they even clean?"I asked myself but she still heard.

"Yes they are. I'm not a nasty whore like you are, little girl."She retorted.

"I'm not the one that got pregnant at thirteen with my first child. I'm not the one who gave birth to my first child, turnt around and got right back pregnant with my second."I snapped. Ugh, sometimes I don't like her. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, like I'm supposed to but she just likes to start unnecessary arguments with me. I don't see the point in these arguments although most of the time, I win them.

"What did you just say?"She asked, coming closer to me. I backed up until I couldn't back up anymore. I was against the wall and she was hovering over me.

"I said—."

"Bitch don't you ever let those words slip outta ya mouth ever again. You hear me?"She smacked me. "Nah, I don't hear you. I'm deaf."I chuckled. I'm not scared of her. If she had showed my sister and I, some home training while we were younger, maybe we wouldn't act they way we do towards each other. If she was a good mother to me, I wouldn't disrespect her as bad as I do. And I know sometimes I hurt her feelings but hey, she hurts mine. She calls it tough love but I call it hatred. She hates me, well... I don't know. She might, by the way she treats me. That's why I don't go out in public with them, they prostitute and who wants to be seen around women— girls like that? Not I.

"What happened to you?"She backed up, obviously disappointed in my attitude. I couldn't slap but roll my eyes again. "Nah, what happened to you?"I repeated, tossing the question back in her face.

"You know what? You were an accident! You're lucky your grandma forced me to keep your ugly ass. Look at your eyes, who the fuck is black with dark grey eyes? Little bastard, you're lucky I didn't abort your stupid ass."She yelled in my face.

I opened my mouth, ready to spit out a comeback but my brain wasn't working fast enough. Did she just say that she wanted to abort me?

She stormed out of the closet and slammed the door shut. My back slid down the wall and once I hit the floor, I curled up in a ball and cried. I cried my heart out. I couldn't stop no matter how much I sniffed the snot back up.

What type of mother was she to say that? How could she say that to me? The only daughter that she had, that still loved her. Cassandra, my sister, had been stopped loving her. As soon as mama—Darlene forced Cassandra into prostitution, their relationship had vanished. Now, they only talk about business.

That was the day that I started to regret ever loving Darlene. How can you just... emotionally abuse a kid like that. I'm only sixteen!

I wiped away the continuous flow of tears and rose to my feet. I have to get out of here. I can't take fussing with her anymore. I can't take any of this anymore.

I need a meal ticket out of the ghetto and I might know just how to get it since I'm too lazy to apply for a job, let alone work.

C. Baby