Threesome

Chapter 3. Asking Satan for help

Boom clap the sound of my heart
the beat goes on and on and on and on
boom clap the feeling is great
come on to me come on to me yeah

-Boom clap, the charlie XCX
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I walked straight to the doorway and rang the bell. The party was tonight and I had to decide what to wear! That was going to be hard because I had absolutely NO fashion sense! NADA!

The door was opened for me by our maid, Liselle. "Hey darlin' " she said cheerfully, in that weird sort of country accent.

I rolled my eyes and pushed through. "hey" Then I flung my backpack towards her and raced up the stairs towards my room.

"Sia? I'm in a crisis?" I said into the phone as soon as she picked up.

I heard a disgruntled sigh at the other end, "Now what, Potty?"

She always has to call me that! Curse the day my mother told her!

"Well....

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR!"

I could practically feel Sia rolling her eyes, "Just throw on some crap! Now, stop disturbing me I'm chatting with Ce-ce"

"Ce-Ce?" I laughed into the phone, "THAT'S your nickname for him?"

She grumbled and muttered a profanity, "Damn, I shouldn't have told you that"

"Too late, I-"

But she cut the phone.

So Sia was being a difficult bitch. I have no freaking brains in the dress-up area and the party was tomorrow. Great. Just great.

There was only one other option and I could feel myself literally shudder at the thought of it. My mom.

There was no one smarter in clothing and make-up than my mom. She was a model before she became a drunkard. That's probably how she landed my dad who was the CEO of some big hot shot company that sold cosmetics and stuff. I've heard from my dad that my mom was ACTUALLY sober and charming all the time before they had me. You know, the whole happy couple in love thing. But I guess I ruined. Children always do.

I was an accident. The condom broke. My mom never wanted a child. So from the moment she gave birth to me, she looked at me like I was a sin...one she is paying for with full ruthlessness. She drank more, stayed out late partying, until it was her permanent demeanor...part of her personality. My dad puts up with her because he loves her but there will be a day when he will be tired of his wife's constant nagging and insults and he will crack.

My dad tried to fulfill my need for both parents because my mom was unavailable but it was never enough. I still hate her with the core of my heart.

With these thoughts I carefully treaded down the hallway towards her room. I could hear noises coming out of it. Someone moaning in pleasure, that was obviously my mom. And someone shouting out her name. In constant rhythm. And now my mom was cheating on my dad. This was bound to happen...it was finally over. If my dad finds out, he's probably going to kick her sorry ass out.

"Janet!"

Moan

"Oh, Janet"

Moan

"Your so wild!"

Those voices rung in my ear, almost causing me to faint. I felt bile rise up my throat. I was almost going to turn away and walk but I needed her help and I needed to stop this. I knew my mom never cared for my dad but she should have at least some respect. He was always there for her...even when she got so difficult that it was impossible to handle her. This was too far and I was not going to let her do this to him.