Let tomorrow come

Part 3. FORMATION. Chapter 1.

Four years have passed since I kept my diary. I'd like to talk a little bit about how the same thing happened to my mom Jane. We tried for a long time to find information about what happened, some of which she told herself. Not me, of course, the doctors. It turned out that my mother was traveling around Europe for a couple of months when she left my dad because of the incident with Mrs. Mabel, but then she decided to change things radically and went to the Eastern countries. It so happened that she met a man who promised her prosperity and love. But he turned out to be not at all the savior she had imagined. As a result, he began to treat her more harshly. She was depressed and started smoking hand-rolled cigarettes with various contents, and in the meantime agreed to try some strange powder. Basically, it was drugs. Meanwhile, she got involved. He offered her to men, and they paid him good sums for it. Besides, my mother is an attractive woman. She had no pocket money, but he paid for her basic purchases. She didn't really like all these men, but she had little choice, and besides, he gave her new doses, and then life seemed more harmless. As a result, she was completely tired of it all, and when she was conscious, she thought about how to get out. She tried to escape, but the attempt failed. She went out to get some air and walked wherever her eyes looked. She was in no hurry, hoping to look at ease. He caught her. Jane tried to justify himself, but he hit her several times and broke her nose. Then he finally took her to the hospital, where her nose was set. But there were some bruises on her face and arms. He waited a week and then started propositioning her to men again. One day he came to check on Jane, but not alone, with some blonde about twenty-five. My mom tried to find out what was happening, but the girl did not answer her questions. He only had to step away for a minute before leaving Jane alone again, having previously pushed the dose into her.

When mom opened her eyes, it was daytime, and she felt terrible weakness. She tried to get up, but she had no strength, and she fell asleep again. She woke up again when the window was already dark. With difficulty she turned on the light and walked to the kitchen, warmed up the kettle, found cookies in the drawer and got ready to drink tea. As she began to sit on the stool, a piece of paper fell out of her back pocket.

"If you woke up, it means I'm no longer here. And HIM too. You are not only one for HIM, there are 8 more women whom he sells. But I heard you have children, so I can help. Put this scrap under the doormat if you agree."

Two days later Jane was cleaning the apartment. When she lifted the doormat, she found a new note.

"Tomorrow you have a date with a dark man of about thirty-five. Do what you should do. And then I'll come to you myself," she said.

My mom looked forward to the new day with interest. After the visit of the person described in the note, some young girl of pretty Asian appearance actually came to see Jane. Her face seemed familiar to mom. She took my mother aside.

"Actually, I brought you the powder, here you go," she began in a whisper. Mom looked around and quickly put a small package with its contents into her pocket.

"Who are you?"

"I am Shu. And you're Jane, as far as I know. Basically, your boss is my guy."

"Then how and why are you going to help me?"

"Wait, we don't have much time. That handsome guy is about to get out of the shower. But he doesn't know that you are not alone for now. We are not allowed to have anyone extra with visitors. I'll be brief. I have personal scores with our boss. He cheated on me, but he doesn't know that I'm aware of it. It happened, I decided to help you. Besides, he keeps you here forcibly, and the rest of the women work voluntarily. I'm sorry this happened. Take some money and this..." she handed my mother a black bag, "...You put on what's here. The hood is as low as possible, no one in the block should see you. My things are old, but they will suit you. I haven't worn these since my boss and I started dating. I have to run, inside the package you will find a sheet of paper with instructions."

After that, Shu quickly ran away, and when the client got dressed, my mother, as if nothing had happened, took the money from him and put it in a drawer of the table. The boss was supposed to pick it up the next day. Then she seemed lost in thought, took out a package from under the bed and decided to see what was inside. There were black sweatpants and a loose khaki sweatshirt. There were also black sneakers with yellow stripes inside. The note Shu was talking about fell out of the clothes.

"The boss will leave tomorrow in the morning, he has urgent business, he will not have time to collect the money.But you will wait until five o'clock in the evening. You get dressed, take the keys to the apartment, they are in your right pocket. I made a duplicate for you, he won't know. Before leaving, you take the money, throw a couple of bills on the floor, break the window as if someone broke in, quickly lock the apartment and leave as if nothing had happened. Throw the keys in a trash can further away from here. You will go straight down the street, at the fifth intersection you will turn left, then after two more intersections you will turn right. The push-button Nokia is in the left pocket of your pants. There is a taxi number there. Call and say that you are going to the airport. Then you buy a ticket to where you need to go. There should be enough money, I know that you are paid more than others. But if it's not enough, I left some more in the left pocket of my sweatshirt. You'll use the powder when you really can't stand it. You will use the powder when you really can't stand it. There's not much there, in case you have withdrawal symptoms, save."

After that, my mother returned to us. She underwent rehabilitation, but her memory was damaged due to stress. Plus, she was still using drugs. It is unclear where she found them. But the fact remained a fact. She finally went crazy after a year in a rehabilitation center. And she had to be sent to a mental hospital. That day became a black day on the calendar for us. We tried to visit her there, but it did not bring us positive impressions. She looked a little like the mother I knew before. Haggard, with matted hair, she asked to be taken away, or began to fight against the walls like a fish. One day she attacked me and shouted that I didn't look like my father, maybe we aren't from the same family, and she doesn't know me. Dad quickly called the doctors and they took her away. A few days later, when she calmed down, she was released for a walk under the supervision of nurses. She sat down under a bush and sat there for a long time. By the time the two nurses suspected something was wrong, it was too late. One of her old friends from the rehabilitation center, who had escaped earlier, brought and placed under this very bush a dose, which became her last. And she found it...

It was a summer rainy day in unison with the mood. We were all in black. John even burst into tears when his mother was buried. And I cried too. And dad looked at what was happening with some kind of silent despair and hugged us tightly to him. There were a lot of people I didn't know: my grandmother's friends or our parents' acquaintances. Although the grandmother herself did not go to accompany my mother on her final journey, citing poor health. The Wilsons drove us home. All this time, through his contacts, the doctor tried to make my mother's life easier. He helped us as much as he could, and we were grateful to him. At that moment, when we were driving in the car, and streams of rain flowed down the windows, I thought that if Peter was nearby... Perhaps it would have been easier for me, but he had already left for another city for university.