CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Nine: Paper Cut

I stood in front of the mirror. Pale and weak. Washing my bloody wrist. The water on the sink turned a little bit rusty orange. I'm so sad and lonely and mad. I winced every time jets of water will hit my abused skin.

"Tatum Malory! Open this goddamn door!" My mother banged on my bathroom door.

"Go away mother! Get out of my room!" I shot back glaring violently at the door.

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The time I got home from school was just about time for dinner.

I handed my bags to Nana and carried my heavy legs towards the dining.

I wasn't surprised to see my mother seating on the end of the long dining table. A candle stand in the middle of us was lit and the table was perfectly set..for three?

I sat myself down.

"Mother I didnt know we have a guest?" I cleared my throat.

She nodded, "Why yes we do."

"Who?" I asked confused.

"I hope you don't mind me eating dinner with you and your mother, Tate." I felt the small hair on my skin rise up when he muttered my name.

I shook my head, "Good evening Mr. Hemmings. I don't mind at all." I say bowing my head and focusing on the food that was in front of me.

I was sat on the end and my mother on the other. Mr. Hemmings in the middle.

This table can accommodate 12 people. It just so happens that this is a big house and only my mother and I are the only ones who resides here.

I couldn't take the pressure of seating...just seating here with my mother and Luke. I need to know why he is here even if its none of my business.

"Mother, I would like to know why Mr. Hemmings is here. Is there something wrong?" I asked pretending to be oblivious and naive like my mom thought I am. I'm just scared that my mother knew what I was doing behind her back..that I was whoring around and confused.

"Business deal." Luke exclaimed as he munch on the steak our maids prep aired for him.

"Business deal?" I asked,

"Honey, don't stress yourself its about something a girl your age shouldn't worry about." My mother explained. I didn't bother to ask more, I don't need another debacle with her. Not right now.

After dinner I went straight to my room no buts and no questions. I simply went upstairs and didn't say a word.

I could hear laughter echoing our halls as I made my way and I felt my stomach churn at the horror. I don't like seeing my mother with Luke. It felt wrong.

I don't know what is consuming me tonight but I'm sure as hell that I don't like what I am feeling.

When the clock strikes 9 I felt drowsiness and sleep hit me. I went inside the bathroom and took a warm bath.

I like how the warm water calmed my tensed nerve. After minutes of soaking, I got up and rinsed myself.

I covered myself with my bathrobe and I heard something moving inside my room and... something falling.

I opened the door with no hesitation. Afraid that it might be my mother discovering my diary. I felt a little shock when it was Luke creeping in.

"What do you think you're doing here?" I whispered. My body dripping wet on the floor. I obviously didn't got the chance to dry myself up.

"Fuck. Why do you have to look like that now?!" He groaned his eyes pierced on my exposed collar bone and cleavage.

"Excuse me? This is my room. I think you should get going." I exclaimed unamused. I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He just stared at me. He didn't even move.

"Mr. Hemmings. Its late, I have class to attend tomorrow. I need to take a rest." I tried to help myself not to roll my eyes.

He sat down on one of my couches and rubbed his hand up and down the couch's arm.

"Its only-" He took a look at his Rolex "9:48, Tate. I'm sure you're not that sleepy. Giving the fact that you just finished taking a bath your body is wide awake from the water that massaged your skin. You're awaken by it." He exclaimed like a Mr. Know-It-All. "Sit down" he ordered. Gesturing on the other couch that was in front of him. "Let's have a little chat."

I'm not in the mood for anything and I don't know why he thinks its okay to just barge in my room.

"My mother wouldn't approve of this if she sees us." I mumbled walking towards the chair.

"Your mother doesn't have to know. Like the other things we are hiding away from her. Besides, she thinks that I went home already." He shrugged and I knew then that I can't make another excuse for him to leave. I'm trapped.

I sat myself and didn't say a word. My body and hair still dripping wet.

He let's out a deep sigh and I just stared at him.

"You said we had to talk." I exclaimed, "So, why aren't you talking?" I asked.

I feel mad at him. It feels like he doesn't have any respect towards me and I'm a sex toy he could use every time he's bored. I just feel sick to my stomach whenever I think of it. I need explanations and answers.

"What's that on your wrists? I can't help but notice it over dinner." He asked.

"Its none of your business. Mr. Hemmings what am I to you?"

He didn't answer.

"I'm asking you a question. Now, answer me!" I demanded.

"I don't know the answer to that yet, Miss Beck. Let's not rush things. All I know is that every time we touch my body ignites and I love how it feels. I myself is asking that question as well. I know that this is something long term."

I was lost in his words. Is that even possible. Is he saying that he likes me in a 30 year old speech kind of way?

"I r-really think you h-have to go." I stuttered.

"Do I? I have a favor to ask you before I leave."

"What is that?"

"I want to watch you..touch yourself-"