HOMEWRECKER {18+}

03

O L I V I A

"Mr. Everett's wife, Eleanor Everett, has made a huge success of her paintings. Everyone seems to adore her oldest collection, called 'Lonely Girl,' as it has a horror and a red theme to it."

A gossip reporter was discussing my mother's fame from her paintings with other people who had nothing better to do with their lives.

"They give me chills, but she's an extraordinary woman. That must be the reason why people are calling her the next person who will win the award for the best painter in the world."

The gossip reporter spoke, looking through the sheets of paper in their hands, which was their script.

A few months had passed and winter changed to spring, and now I was watching the gossip channel inside a fast food place.

It wasn't the greatest source of information, but it gave me insight about Eleanor's life.

How happy her marriage is with her husband, Mr. Everett, which I had hoped it wasn't.

I don't think that woman could keep her mask on long enough without lashing out at people.

That's why I sat in the warmth inside the restaurant, as my favorite thing about the place was their flat-screen TV, which hung on a wall for everyone to watch the gossip channel that was on.

"She's such an inspiring woman." A person reporter stated with much admiration for my mother.

Inspiring others to kill themselves is what she actually is, I thought while drawing my attention back to the small mirror in the palm of my hand.

I had been busy doing my makeup the entire time while watching TV, since I had already put on the ruby red lipstick on my lips.

My lipstick, check.

My mascara and eyeliner, check.

My light brown eyeshadow, which matched my hazel eyes, check.

I allowed my hair loose, to cover my back, as the black hair was longer than my mother's blonde one since it reached my hips.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, observing my eyes. The hazel eyes that I loved because they didn't resemble my mother's blue eyes.

A mother who didn't care about me, since for years I had been homeless, living in stolen cars.

Staying in cars that I stole from warehouses, most of which had no plate numbers on them or the plates were scrubbed, if the police saw me, I could just run away and leave the car behind as they could not track me down.

By that point of not having a stable roof over my head, I needed to hide my appearances to survive since I was homeless young woman sleeping inside rusty cars, for many I would have been an easy target.

That's where they thought wrong, as a man would walk up to me with disgusting comments, thinking he had turned me on by whispering,"You have a sexy mouth, let me put my cock in it."

I would first narrow my eyes at the person, then burst out laughing at their face, mocking them by saying,"You have sexy eyes, let me gouge them out."

Some of them would snort at my comment, puff their chests out and walk away with a glaring gaze.

Others would be enraged by my comment and try to assault me, even when it was them who first walked up to me, asking for it.

When they had no boundaries and became harassing. I would pretend to apologize for such a nasty comment, shedding a tear or two.

After they relax at my apology, I always lean forward for a kiss, pretending I want to kiss them.