Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Layla’s pov

I closed the door behind me, shivering slightly because of my wet clothes. It didn’t help that we had no heater in the house.

I don’t bother shouting ‘I’m home’ knowing she wouldn’t care anyway. 

I walked in further, my converse squeaky from being soaked. I’d have to put them to dry quickly, I thought as my feet lead me to the couch.

I already knew what to expect, already felt the drop of disappointment in my belly. And I was not surprised when I looked over and saw her in the exact same position she was in before I left for school this morning.

The only difference was that she smelled of beer and cigarettes, in fact, she seemed to have drenched her entire clothes with it. It was very clear she hadn’t bothered to shower and I knew she hadn’t bothered to eat anything as well.

Sighing I walked to our small kitchen, dumping my broken laptop on the counter and swinging my drenched bag beside it. I started unzipping the bag, taking out the books, opening them and prayed they’d dry.

They were a mess and I knew I’d have to buy new ones but not right now. I didn’t have the funds for it.

Grumbling under my breath about how unfair life was, I kicked off my shoes making a mental note I’d place them to dry on my window ledge.

As I walked to the fridge and opened it, I’m not the least bit stunned to see it was half empty. I had only two hundred dollars left from the side hustle I had done a couple of weeks ago. I was planning to save that money for the bills this month but then I’d have to sacrifice our stomachs.

Pressing my lips together in a flat line, I reach into the fridge to grab a pear to munch on.

job that actually pays if I didn’t want to die of starvation. One

my mother passed out on the couch, I huffed out a breath and made my way over.

she would be if she didn’t

teeth as I reach down and start picking up the bottles. I had three in my hands for now when she starts to stir on

because I didn’t want to look at her face to

reeked of alcohol, and that’s how bad it was since I could sniff it all the way

bottle in my hand, and

rain? You’re soaked.” She asked, her groggy

sleeping for so long that she hadn’t heard the rain. The entire old porch was soaked and I was sure if she’d been awake or at least sober, she’d hear the platter sounds of the rain when it hits the old

in my mouth. So when I did place the

eyes are so red, that it’s almost impossible to identify the brown

until she scoffs. “Well, you’re awfully rude to not have

“The answer would be pretty obvious. But since we’re playing dumb today. then yes it did

harsh but could you really blame me? I was frustrated that she was choosing to do

narrowed, “Don’t speak to me in that tone

time

gaze away from her and walked over to the cabinet and took out

with but she was still my mother and I

towards her, peering down at her red eyes. “Drink some water mom,” I murmured softly, hoping if she drank enough water it would help her flush out whatever