ALEXANDER
After dropping off Sky to her job, I had no idea what to fucking do.
I didn't have shit to do until tomorrow, where I had work, so my mind was spiralling in ideas.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed and it was Brianna.
Come over - Brianna
The idea of doing the same thing with her wasn't appealing today. Smoking and just laying around was calming, but I've realized that no amount of weed could do that.
Only for a few hours.
I made my way back home, where I could play video games or eat until I had to pick up Sky, even though she told me not to. I was going to call her and tell her that I would anyway.
Layla was sitting on the ground when I came in, and my mother was looking stressed on the phone.
She looked surprised to see me here, and so was I.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
She covered the phone to speak. "I need a babysitter, but your cousin is being difficult."
"I'll stay and watch Layla." I offered, finding myself looking away from my mother. "You go to work."
"Thank you." She pulled me down and kissed my cheek. I groaned, shielding how I really felt about her kiss.
My mother then took her keys and hurried out of the house, leaving me alone with Layla.
She stayed silent, drawing in her book so I just turned on a video game and started to play it.
It was a way for me to pass time, and I hadn't realized I spent hours playing.
"You're not hungry, Layla?" I broke the silence.
She simply nodded, and I went to the kitchen. I put some chicken nuggets in the oven for her, and continued to play video games as they cooked.
"Alex?" Layla's small voice called out. "Are you sad that Daddy died?"
I grew uncomfortable by the question, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to have this conversation with her.
"I'm not sad. I'm mostly angry." I responded, pausing my game.
"Why are you angry?" She asked, closing her book.
I patted the seat next to me for her to sit on, and she tossed her book to the side before sitting beside me.
"Because dad didn't make good decisions. That's why he died." I told her.
"Mommy told me that daddy took something bad, and he took a lot of it. That's why he's dead." Layla swung her feet as she spoke.
"That's right." I nodded.
"What did he take?" She wondered.
"Drugs. And drugs are really bad for you. If you ever take drugs, you will die like dad." I tought her, making sure that she would take this lesson when she grew up.
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Teen Fiction"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed. "W-What?" "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs. Even if he had wounded m...
