Instinct

Whore Name? Bitch Please

After I got home from the Corey disaster, I decided not to work on Saturdays and Sundays, just because I don't need whore 7 days a week. Besides, I should save myself. One day, I might do two or three jobs a night. We'll definitely have to see.

I carefully placed the key into the lock, snd slowly pushed the door open. I didn't want to attract the attention of my mother. What was really frustrating was that she was sleeping on the couch, which is directly next to the door. Shit. I'm gonna have to be very stealth. Silent. Silent. Tip toe, tip toe. And I'm at my bedroom door. Phew, that was close.

Once I got into my room, I locked the door behind me. No need for Jennifer to see what I'm doing. It's none of his business. Whoops, her. Whatever, she looks like a fucking man, and I seriously don't give a shit.

I passed put immediately onto my bed. I was absolutely exhausted. This day was so eventful. I watched someone die by their crazy ex wife, and I got 50 dollars as hush money. Whatever. I earned that shit. Besides, Corey was just another John, even if I was... Oh never mind that! The point is that I can't get attached to these guys. They'll most likely be one night stands anyways. Whats the point.

Saturday was really shitty. I got caught with a bad case of influenza (or the flu for those 2 who couldn't figure it out). I didn't get my flu shot this year, but I didn't for the past 10 years either. It was still worth it though. I absolutely hate needles. Whatever meds I need, just put it in a goddamn pill!

Luckily though, my mom actually took care of me. She got me ice water when the glass I had was empty. She cleaned up the dozens of tissues on my bed for me, (and trust me, there were plenty of them). She even got me my favorite fast food meal, a Baconzilla from Checkers, with a large fry and a large vanilla milkshake. Oh dear lord their fries are so good. I finally feel like my mom and I are close. Too bad I had to lie to her. Ugh! My brain is all mixed up. Factual, or sustainable. Truth or lie. I'm just so confused as to what to to.

Sunday was kind of an interesting day. In the morning I was feeling much better. My mom still got me a blueberry bagel with cream cheese though.

"Hey mom, you know I'm feeling better now right. You don't have to do this for me."

"I know Cheyenne, but I want to."

"Oh."

"Is there a problem?"

"Uhh no. But, thanks mom."

"You're welcome Cheyenne!"

And then she smiled at me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say. I just smiled back. I probably looked like a fucking dumbass. Oh well.

"Let me know if you need me," she said as she closed the door behind her. Should I still feel guilty? I don't know, but I just do. I mean, pregnant at 13, maybe I should treat her better. She still needs to get off the drugs though.

After that experience, I decided it was a good idea to study for my American History test coming up. I have a C- in that class, but this test is worth a lot, so it could boost my grade up. It's only the beginning of the semester, but still. God I hate American History. The subject is boring, and the teacher is really crude. I swear he fucking hates me. He's constantly yelling at me, and saying I'm doing shit wrong, even though I'm doing it the exact same way as someone else. I've never had a teacher hate me before, but this is s first. I guess you could count last years History teacher, but she hated everyone. I guess that's why she got fired...

At around 5:00 at night, I received a call from who else but Lizzi. I remember giving me her number "in case of emergency". Pfft, my asscrack. She provably just called just because. Oh well, better answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cheyenne, this is Lizzi."

"Oh hi Lizzi."

"So I have something I need to ask you."

"And, what's that?"

"What do you want your whore name to be?"

"Hold up? Whore name?"

"Yeah, do you really think my real name is Lizzi?"

"I did for awhile. So then what is it."

"It's fucking Marge."

I bursted out laughing when I heard this. Marge! That sounds like a fucking old ladies name. What the hell were her parents thinking!

"Don't laugh Cheyenne, it's not funny."

"Come on, it totally is."

"But in all seriousness, do you think Sinnamon's real name is Sinnamon."

"Yes I do Marge."

"You'd be right, and don't fucking call me that!"

"So do I actually need a whore name?"

"You should have one."

"How bout no!"

"Fine then Cheyenne, be that way."

"Okay Marge. You be you!"

She growled over the phone. Then she yelled really loudly, "Bye!"

I bursted out laughing once she hung up the phone. Wow! Fucking Marge.

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