KAYLA RAMIREZ-LOPEZ'S POV
I'm not sleeping in the same room with him today. I don't know what he'll do to me if I do. I don't even know why he has changed so fùcking much all of a sudden. Now, sex with him is like fighting in a boxing ring. I used to be a very sexual person. We used to have sex a lot, and I used to love every minute of it, but now, ever since I had my daughter, aside from the fact that it hurts so fùcking bad. He also doesn't take it easy on me. I cry a lot during sex and he doesn't even listen to my pleas.
I turn off the lights, and I walk out of the room after grabbing my pyjamas from the closet.
"Kayla, are you okay?" Priscilla speaks out to me, I just look at her from head to toe and walk away from her. I walk into my daughter's room, and I lock the door behind me. I look over at her, sleeping peacefully in her bed. Like I said earlier, not even an earthquake can wake this girl when she's tired and sleepy.
I walk over to her bed and sit beside her. I brush her hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiles in her sleep, and that brings a smile on my face as well. Since she was a newborn, she has always smiled in her sleep. My mum said she got that from me and my dad. She always talks about how my dad always smiles in his sleep. I miss them so much. We visit frequently, but it's always at the end of the season.
Dylan doesn't like us flying there without him, so we always go at the end of the season. We spend about two weeks with them and then we go off to our vacation destination where we meet his mum and sister.
I head into her bathroom to take a shower. I brush my teeth and take off my clothes. I get under the shower and take a warm, soothing shower. After the shower, I used my facial routine and everything before I put on my pink and black pyjamas.
My phone starts ringing as I walk out of the bathroom. I take my phone off her nightstand, and I look at the ID caller, and it's Dylan.
"Fùck you..." I whisper under my breath, and I put my phone on silent and put it back on the nightstand. He probably realised that I'm sleeping in here and decided to call instead of pounding on the door like the crazy motherfucker he is. I get in bed with Brielle even though my legs can't fit in her bed. I'm not that tall, I'm 5"5, but sleeping in a six year old's bed isn't about height. I'm still very tall as compared to Brielle.
I wrap my arms around her, and I try my best to fall asleep, but the sleep doesn't come. I just keep thinking about these couple of years with Dylan and how my life hasn't changed since being with him.
Other player's wives and girlfriends are getting the deals of their lives while my boyfriend is against all that. I have an Instagram account that I don't even post much. I created it to post pictures of my designs, but he hates it when I post because he doesn't want to anger his brands.
While he's getting brand deals left and right, I'm stuck at home doing nothing. When my daughter goes to school, I stay indoors with his sister and mother, and the old woman tries to get on my fùcking nerves. When I leave the house, I go out and get fabrics to sew, and she even has problems with that as well. I can't sew when her grandson is asleep, but she does her aerobics when my daughter is asleep even though the gym is opposite her room. This isn't the life I wanted for myself and the life Dylan promised me. He told my parents that I'd be going to college in Barcelona, but that never happened. He promised to help me promote my designs, but the minute he started getting deals from famous brands, he stopped wearing my designs and hired a stylist while I'm here. I'm not allowed to even wear any of my designs when I attend events with him. His stylist always gets me something from a famous brand.
For years, I've always wondered if he'd change, but he hasn't. He knows how I feel about his mum, but he still allows her to get involved in our issues. He still listens to everything she says. After tonight, I don't even know if I want to continue with this relationship. I'm so fùcking tired, but my daughter. I grew up with both my parents, and they were amazing with me. That's what I want for her. She's my whole life, and she's all that matters to me.
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I turn on the screen on my phone, and it's already 5:30 am. I didn't sleep a wink last night. I couldn't sleep even if I forced it. Dylan kept calling me throughout the night. I have about twenty missed calls from him. Thank God I put my phone on silent last night because those calls would have woken Brielle up.
I get out of her bed and I take my phone. I walk into the bathroom and I splash water on my face, and brush my teeth. I rinse my mouth with water and mouth wash before I walk out. I sit on Brielle's bed, and I I kiss her forehead, and she stirs in her sleep.
"Hi, baby..." She smiles and wraps her arm around my neck. I smile and kiss her cheek and neck. I kiss her tiny arm, and she smiles even more.
"It's not time to wake up, or do you want to wake up now?" She shakes her head, and I laugh. I kiss her forehead and tickle her chest a little.
"Go back to sleep. I love you. " I kiss her again and cover her properly with her blanket. I kiss her cheek again and kiss her arm and the back of her hand. She turns over and goes back to sleep. I walk out of her room.
Barbara: ===[I just don't know what's going on. They're always arguing, and I'm scared for my granddaughter]===. I slowly walk to the kitchen and lean against the wall. Her back is turned to me so she can't see me.
Barbara: ===[I don't know what to do now. I want to talk to her, but she doesn't respect me as a mother or anyone else, so I don't know what to do. I'm only worried about my granddaughter and son. This toxicity isn't good for them at all. The last time I heard so many arguments like this, you and that good for nothing got divorced, and I had to take care of you for years. I don't want that to happen]=== She's talking to her younger sister. She lives in Tennessee, and after Barbara's husband died, she moved in with her and her husband. We don't know what happened. She just called Dylan one day and asked for the number of his lawyer friends. All I know is that Barbara did everything. She lived with them after her husband died, and they got divorced. These past years of living with this woman have proven my suspension.
Barbara: ===[I'm not scared because she's jobless. She's not doing anything right now, so Dylan is the one supporting her at the moment. I just hope she'll stop all those arguments and quarrels and focus on raising her daughter. The little girl has become so stubborn. I love her a lot but she's taking after her mother and that's not good at all. That's not right]===
I'll take all the insults in the world, but I'll never take it when it comes to my daughter. I walk up behind her and snatch the phone from her hand. I hang up the call and throw the phone on the counter. Her eyes widen as she stares at me with her mouth wide open.
"What have I done to you?!!"... "Ummm... I... I..." She stammers.
"Huh?!!"
"Have i ever disrespected you in this house?!! have I ever been rude to you in any way at all?!!" she looks around as if looking for someone.
"You always talk shìt about me. To your son, to your daughter, to the people who work in this fùcking house, to my own fùcking daughter and now to your sister!!" My tone gets higher in anger.
" WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!!" her eyes widen, and she continues looking around.
"HUH?!!"
" WHAT IS YOUR FÙCKING PROBLEM?!! WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?!! YOU'VE BEEN TORMENTING ME SINCE THE MOMENT YOU STEPPED FOOT INTO MY HOME!! YOU'VE TRIED TO PICK FIGHTS WITH ME, YOU'VE INSULTED ME IN SO MANY WAYS AND NOW YOU'RE TALKING SHÌT ABOUT ME TO PEOPLE!!YOUR MOTHER HAS BEEN TALKING SHÌT ABOUT ME FOR YEARS AND I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!"
"WHAT IS YOUR FÙCKING PROBLEM?!!" she steps back and touches her chest as if having a heart attack.
"KAYLA!!" she shouts out my name, but I don't turn to even look at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" I turn to him and point at him.
"STAY THE FÙCK OUT OF THIS!!" He takes a step back and I turn to his bitch ass mother.
"YOUR MOTHER HAS BEEN TALKING SHÌT ABOUT ME FOR YEARS AND I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!" I stare at the old witch, and she just looks at her son.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF HER BULLSHÌT!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF HER TOXIC BEHAVIOUR!!"
"YOU CALLED ME TOXIC, HAVE YOU LOOKED IN THE DAMN MIRROR LATELY?!! HAVE YOU?!!"
"KAYLA!!" Dylan grabs my arm, and I push him off me.
" I'LL SLAP YOU IF YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN!!" He takes a step back and looks at me with his mouth wide open.
"What?!!"
"TOUCH ME AND I SWEAR TO FÙCKING GOD, DYLAN!! YOU WILL NOT LIKE ME!!" I point my finger in his chest, and he steps back.
"Baby, leave her alone... it's fine..." She speaks in a shakily voice. As if about to cry, but I know damn well that this witch has no tears. There's nothing left in her.
"IT'S NOT FINE, MUM!! SHE CAN'T TALK TO YOU LIKE THIS!!" I roll my eyes.
'I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THE SHÌT THIS WOMAN DOES!! I'M FÙCKING TIRED!!... I'VE DONE NOTHING TO HER BUT SHE ALWAYS TRIES SOMETHING WITH ME!! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF HER CRAP AND HER BULLSHÌT!!"
"WHAT HAS COME OVER YOU, KAYLA!!" Dylan grabs my shoulder again, and I punch his stomach, even though my punch means nothing to him. It still surprises him, so he let's go off my arm.
"YOU ARE EVERYBODY'S PROBLEM!! YOUR SISTER!! MINE AND EVEN YOUR FÙCKING CHILDREN!!" She gasps, and tears start running down her cheeks. It doesn't push me or anything because I've had enough of her.
"YOU ARE THE PROBLEM IN EVERY DAMN SITUATION!! YOU CAUSED YOUR SISTER'S HUSBAND TO LEAVE HER, AND YOU'RE TRYING TO DO THE SAME DAMN THING TO ME!! YOU'RE TRYING TO FRUSTRATE ME AND YOU'RE DOING AN AMAZING JOB AT IT BECAUSE I'M FÙCKING TIRED!!"
"YOU'VE FINALLY PUSHED ME TO THE FÙCKING WALL!! I'VE FINALLY SPOKEN UP, AND I HOPE YOU'RE FÙCKING HAPPY!!"
"I SWEAR ON MY DAUGHTER'S LIFE, BARBARA, IF I HEAR YOU SAY ONE DAMN THING ABOUT ME IN THIS HOUSE, YOU'LL REGRET IT!!" I point my finger at her.
"I didn't spend all those years in therapy to get bullied all over again!!" I smile at her, and she steps back.
"That will never happen, and I swear to you, Barbara. Say one word about my child again, and you'll see what a fùcking mother can do."
"ALL YOU DO FOR YOUR KIDS IS FIGHT THEIR PARTNERS AND BREAK THEIR RELATIONSHIPS!!"
"ENOUGH!!" Dylan pulls me away from his mother and hugs the old hag as she sobs against him. I roll my eyes.
"Stupid bìtch..." I feel like a heavy stone has been lifted off me. I've wanted to give this woman a piece of my mind for years. She has pushes and pushes, and now, I've finally pushed back.
I turn and walk away from them. I meet Priscilla in the hallway.
"W... what happened?" She stammers a little, and I ignore her and walk away. I turn back and find her staring at me.
"You know Priscilla, I used to really like you. I still like you, but you're a fùcking snake." She gasps and covers her mouth.
"You're a hypocrite. You pretend as if you care while you don't have the fùcking balls to stand up to your fùcking mother and brother for the way they treat me. You heard me scream yesterday, but you hid in your room, and you later came and asked me what was going on. " she looks down at her feet.
"You expected me to tell you what had happened, and then you'd go and speak to them and laugh behind my back." I chuckle.
"W... what?..."
"Kayla, that's not true..."
"Is it not?" I mock her fragile tone.
"Okay..." I mock her again.
"How did your brother find out that I was planning on applying to a fashion school when you were the only person I told."
"How?!!" She remains silent.
"That's more like it. I don't wish you bad, but you also have a fùcking child, and just like me, you're unmarried. You'll know how this shìt feels like when your hands are tied to your fùcking back and you're in a similar situation like me."
"Don't pretend to be my friend or pretend to care because I don't fùcking need that from you or from anyone else. I have my child, and she's all I fùcking care about. Keep your snake behaviour to yourself." I look at her, and she's also crying. I shake my head and walk into the bedroom. I close the door behind me, and I sit on the bed.
I cover my eyes, and the tears start flowing, and the sobs follow. I always try not to cry in front of them because it shows weakness. My crying has been used against me for so long that I've always tried not to cry in front of certain people. Dylan was never one of those people, but after this while, he's one of them and the main person I make sure not to see me cry.
i cry for what seems like hours, and I wipe my eyes and take a shower. I wash my hair and everything and dress up in one of my very own designs to help boast my mood. I put on bold makeup as well to enhance my mood and a blue short dress because the colour blue is something special and always makes one feel and look because this morning started off very badly, and I don't want that for the rest of my day.
I walk out of the room, and the music from the gym proves that Barbara and her kids are there. My daughter's room is right opposite the gym, but they're there blasting loud music. I know they do that because that's where she fills their head with bullshìt about me. I work out in the morning, and I don't do it all seven days. I work out five days in the seven days, and I always do it around 5:30 when they're still sleeping. I use either headsets or AirPods, so I don't wake anyone else.
I open the door and walk into Brielle's room, and my cupcake is wide awake and not in her bed.
"Baby girl..." I open her bathroom door, and she's there standing on her little stool, brushing her teeth.
"My princess is already a queen." She takes the toothbrush out of her mouth and laughs.
"You woke up before I came to wake you, and you're already brushing your teeth without my help."
"Y... you're... a...a...big... g...girl... a... already..." I pretend to cry, and she laughs at me again.
"Mummy, don't cry. I'm still your baby girl."
"You are?" She nods
"Yes, i am. I love you very much." I smile and walk over to her. I stand behind her in the mirror. I wrap my arms tightly around her and kiss her cheek.
Brielle is my world. I don't know what I'd do without her. She's my weakness and also my strength. I can do anything for my daughter.