Bad Behavior

Chapter 27

Layla POV

"You bringing me to school today?"I read aloud as I typed up the text message. I sent the text and almost instantly seen the three bubbles.

Her text popped up, I read it.

"Sorry, I can't bring you to school. Woke up with a cold, but I'll try to pick you up this afternoon."I read.

I huffed and typed an okay" and sent that. I closed the phone and proceeded to get ready for school.

I took an outfit off of one of the many bangers that I have now and took it to the bathroom. My mom finally took the time out of her prostitution days and went to pay the missed bills, so the water got turned back on just yesterday. I give it two months before she misses the next payment again.

I stepped into the shower and cleaned myself up. Then, I brushed my teeth and listened in on the conversation my mom and sister were having.

"Open your fucking legs because I don't believe you!"Mama screamed at Cassandra. I scrunched up my face when I heard that. Why would mama want to look between Cassandra's legs? I kept listening as I wiped my face of the eye crust that had collected overnight.

"I shaved, I told you that."Cassandra screamed.

"I don't believe you!"Mama yelled. Cassandra screamed which made me poke my head out of the doorway to see what was going on. From the angle I was standing at, I could see everything they were doing in my moms bedroom but they couldn't see me. Cassandra was laying on the bed and Mama was hovering over her private area. What the fuck?!

Mama stuck a finger in, separating Cassandra's lips. I guess to see if she had shaved every inch of herself for her client, since that's what they were fussing about.

I scrunched up my face at the sight. Mama was just... becoming insanely sicker by the day. She's just nasty as fuck and sloppy with the guys she gets money from.

"Why don't you make Layla do this stuff?"Cassandra asked as she pulled her pants up.

"Because Layla's ugly as fuck! She's going to hurt my business, I can see it. That's why I'm not making her do it."Mama answered. I almost gasped when she said that, but I had to keep quiet if I didn't want them to know that I was eaves dropping on their conversation.

"How would she hurt the business?"Cassandra asked.

"Because she just will. So don't question me, little girl."Mama snapped. I rolled my eyes. I don't want to be apart of their disgusting prostitution business no way, the hell would I look like illegally selling my body for chump change. Dream gives me more than chump change every time I see her so I don't even want for none of their money. If anything, I'd be making the most money out of the three of us. I have thee best pussy, Dream says so. She says it's always tight and wet, just like she likes it.

I guess the other girl that Dream was fucking with; Mynetta, doesn't have good pussy like me. That's one of the reasons why I made Dream cut her off. I don't need anyone getting in the middle of my plan. It's just getting started and I can't have anything or anybody fuck it up. I don't need the little amounts of chump change those prostitutes that I live with, make; Dream would give me full hundreds if I ask.

"She might actually make good money Mama. Give it a try because I'm tired of having to fuck all these guys and only get five percent of what I make."Cassandra complained. I roll my eyes. Damn, I can't even trust my own blood.

Why is my own sister trying to convince my own mother to pimp me out. If I get pimped out, I won't be as tight as I am now and Dream won't want to have sex with me anymore. That would just crush my whole plan to the floor. I guess I'll just have to run away before my mom even tries to talk– no, force me into prostituting. I got dressed and took a picture of my outfit. I sent it to Dream, just so she can know what she's missing out on bright and early this Tuesday morning.