An Angel's Miracle

Prologue

Prologue

Phyllis Haley never had anything good in her life. She was born only to become a shield for a mother who only thought of herself. Phyllis never knew who was her father because even her mother never knew. Susan Haley was never a mother to her daughter even if she wanted to, not that Susan ever wanted to, it was such a hassle to become impregnated by some random bloke she scored for a pint of Mary Jane or for a sniff of meth. Phyllis’ mother needed money, booze, smoke pot, but what she never needed was another mouth to feed and the woman made it clear and never did anything for that daughter she gave birth to.

Months after Susan Haley learned she was pregnant; she was infuriated that Susan wanted to abort the thing inside her but she couldn't bring herself to do that. Life was never good to Susan Haley, and knew she couldn't give something better to the thing living inside her. When she was young, Susan believed she would meet a man that would sweep off her feet but it never came true, instead, Susan’s life unsurprisingly went south and voila, she was exactly where she was now. Susan thought if she couldn't have that, this thing inside her would never have that too.

That was how Phyllis' life started.

At the age of eight, Phyllis started to understand what was starving and thus she learned how to feed her hunger. She stole. And at her young mind, she knew it was wrong but the girl never had a choice. Her beloved mother never gave her a choice. She went to school, wearing stinky clothes, and wrinkled shirts and without taking a bath. She lived filthy because it was Phyllis because she was born filthy.

At the age of thirteen when Phyllis’ first had her womanly period, she learned things a girl, albeit a young girl shouldn't know. Phyllis was tall for her age, and even at her young age, she looked a lot like her mother. Susan was beautiful, her face was pristine, with her straight nose, high cheeks and her eyes that could melt ice and she wouldn't even get started in the body department that all screamed 'fuck me'. Phyllis was as pretty as her mother, her eyes was a mixture of grey and metallic blue, her nose was as cute as a button and her hair was so soft and so black it looked perfect against her creamy white skin. All of those were what she got from her mother and that was the curse her mother gave her. Every day and night, her mother was banging a man in their couch in their filthy living room. At her age, she knew what sex was, what banging was, what kinky was, she knew all of those and young Phyllis understood and hated it.

Whom she never hated was her mother until when she realized what her mother has done to her and what that mother has given her to suffer.

Her mother's blokes started to notice Phyllis and they started to make a pass at the young girl. Susan never minded. It was either she never noticed or she just didn't care. That was when Phyllis started to hate her home.

At the age of eighteen she left her mother and she left her town where everyone hated the what they believed was the young version of Susan Haley and was disgusted at her because of who she was. And what Phyllis knew was how to be what she was and that was when Phyllis became a stripper at a club in Las Vegas. She liked her job, she stripped and she got money, generous tips and when Phyllis felt like it, orgasms.

That was her life and that was the only way Phyllis Haley knew how to live.