150. Teenagers

Layla was out the door before she could think, following the scent to the woods behind the house. And just past the treeline, she saw the woman who had birthed them, dressed in a casual summer dress with her arms around.

“You know I can’t do that, darling.”

“Get away from her,” she growled.

Both Britney and Rebecca turned with surprise on their faces. Surely her mother had sensed her coming?

‘Get away from my sister!’ she screamed in her head.

Rebecca winced and stepped back from Brit as if she’d heard her. It was one thing to appear out of the blue to traumatise her but to approach Brit? That was a different story. Rebecca had said she was watching Brit the last time they had spoken, but she didn’t think the woman would dare to make contact.

Fury raged through her veins, so much that she had to force her emotions down so Brit wouldn’t see them.

“Are you going to make this decision for me, too?” Brit snapped.

She looked from her mother to the moody teenager with a frown.