Chapter 32: Layla

Use your words.

"She went out and asked me to mind Nicco." There. That wasn’t so hard. I would have been pleased with myself, but Chester doesn’t seem happy with my answer.

"I can see she’s not here. Out where?" His clenched fists have me taking a step back. My back hits the wall. "I don’t know," I answer honestly and praise myself once again for speaking.

"Dumba** white bitch."

I pick a spot on the floor as he walks to the fridge, helping himself to a drink. Tears burn my eyes. Tears that I refuse to let fall.

"You really are stupid."

I glance up at Chester as he gulps down the full Coke before burping loudly. My hands shake as I roll them into fists. Heat travels up my neck until it scorches my cheeks. "I think you should leave." God, I wish my voice sounded stronger. It’s as weak as a newborn kitten.

He laughs at me before taking a step closer. "Don’t think. Just get on the phone and call Ashley."