Courtney couldn't decide on what she was supposed to pack.
Whenever she took vacations, her mom usually helped her get her clothes together since she was five years old.
But somehow, she doubted that she was going to be that lucky this time around.
"Fucking Darius... Who is he to say that I can't go if I don't feel like it...? He doesn't get to veto me... bitch-ass..."
Lailah was sprawled across Courtney's bed in a state of disarray. Her head rested in her oldest daughter, Thea's, lap.
"It's alright, Mom." Thea comforted. You already got to spend a whole honeymoon with dad. You can let his friends have him for just a-"
"No, I cant!" Lailah wailed.
Affection was the drug that Lailah lived her life on, and more often than not, Abaddon was her best supplier.
Every year when he left on this stupid trip, Lailah walked around the house like a shell of herself.
