"Open the fucking door!" were the first words Layla heard in the early hours of the morning. She checked her clock and it was 6am. The voice was soon heard again, this time, even angrier."I swear to God, if you don't open this door, you going to get it!" Her father was really upset and his Spanish accent made him sound even angrier. Azaera, too, was startled by the yelling. She hissed in anger and looked up at Layla."Don't you dare open that damn door", her blue eyes seemed to say. She hated getting up early."I'm sorry girl." And with that, Layla got out of bed and headed down stairs. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and opened the door."Buenos dias, papa." But there was no reply, Mr. Hernandez staggered in past her. He was in a mood and was terribly drunk."ÂĄNiña estĂșpida! ÂżPor quĂ© tardaste tanto?" His Spanish was terribly slurred. He smelled of cigarettes too."Lo siento, papa," said Layla. She was really trying to hide her anger. She had only just got up. Azaera was sitting
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