Lyla
“Now wait, I didn’t know she was seventeen,” he says quickly, his hands going out in front of him.
“But you knew you had an ol’lady right? She’s sitting right over there with her brother. Pregnant with your children it looks like with how big her stomach is.”
“So? She knows I love her.” I hear her sob and look over.
She’s crying in Sweet’s arms.
“Yeah. You always show your love by cheating on her and making her watch?”
“It’s not like that. We can’t have s*x, it’ll hurt her and the babies. I’m a man I have needs. These women mean nothing. She knows they’re just a hole, I use.”
“A hole you use,” I say, scoffing.
“Sweet, bring your sister to me.”
He gingerly helps her over. She’s about as tall as me, we have a similar structure. She’s got pretty brown eyes with her blonde h
