*OK so some of you may end up wanting to hit me for how this chapter goes :(. Just have tissue next to you just in case. Enjoy :)*
I couldn’t look at her no more. She was an utter disgrace; she wasn’t the mother I thought I knew. But then again was she ever a mother to me to be honest
“Reaper is she your mom?”
“Nahh blud, I don’t know who this woman is!” I screwed her and sent her a look of disgust
“Shauney please noo it not what it looks like”
“It’s not what? So you weren’t just getting licked out. Nahh n you weren’t just about to snort some coke. Shut the f*ck and carry on the sh*t you do. You’re acting like you were ever a mother to me. So allow them talks yeah. It’s your life, do whatever please you. KMT” She was crying.
“Stop F*CKING CRYING. Why you crying though? You haven’t got sh*t to be crying about. You think I can’t remember when I caught you fucking some white man when I was 10. You think I was dumb back then because you came with the excuse I was giving him a massage and trying make him happy. Yeah you proper made him happy init; Cooling down his horneynes. So you think I didn’t see when he left you some money. You think I didn’t see the rest of your customers. I weren’t dumb then and I anit dumb now. You think I never heard what my mom was doing behind closed door. People on road where F*CKING TELLING ME TO PASS YOUR NUMBER SO THEY CAN BOOK A TIME. Under their contacts you were book-a-hoe. But did you once think about the impact it was having on my life. But of course not. To be honest I don’t think you were in it for the money. You just wanted the s*x. Passing around STI’s say its water” My customer gave me the money. Before I left the woman who claimed to be my mother was busy tugging at my trousers
“Nooo pl-please do-don’t le-leavee me Sh-shauney. You’re all I ha-have”
“You should have thought about that before you turned to prostitution and drugs” I know I shouldn’t talk about drugs but I just sold them. I weren’t about to let my good lucks go because of them and I weren’t about to become no addict. I pulled my feet of her clutch. I looked back to face her and was tempted to spit in her face. While this was all happening the guy who was licking her out was watching like this is eastenders.
“What you watching?”
“You lot, this is f*cking Gold mate. You have thought about making reality tv show” I looked at him in disbelief as he laughed showing me his yellow teeth. For a prostitute my mother had no standards, she just those desperate for sex. I walked towards him with my fist clench. Anger brewing inside of me waiting to be released. He looked at me and laughed
“So let me guess, this is the part you punch your mother’s fellow. Ite just go easy on my face” He thought this was joke. He was just laughing at my life story, and that’s what worked me up more. I punched him in the face making him fall backwards. He bounced a bit on his stomach then stared at me in shock. I didn’t even wait for him to try come for me. I walked straight to him and stomped on him and kicked him everywhere my feet could reach. He was bloody and his blood covered my air forces. Then my client turned to me
“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” Now it was my turn to laugh. Was he seriously oblivious to the fact that the piece of sh*t was licking out my ex mother? Then I remembered how he offered her some coke. I went straight for his face, giving him no time to be stunned. I kicked and battered him and shoved his coke straight up his nose. Whether he choked to death or died from an overdose, I never cared. I looked at the corner to see my ex mother huddled up at the corner crying. I felt some sympathy to her. How could I not? She was actually a good mother when she was still with my father. Then she changed, then so did the circumstance. Leading us to the position that we were in. I wanted to lash out the reminder of my anger on her. I wanted all the hurt, frustration, the tears and the nightmares on her. But at the same time I wanted to cry and tell her lets run away and start afresh; But even if that was possible, that life would be short lived before our previous lives caught up with us. I sighed and walked out the house. Not before I took some more money of the people. I collected 1grand off them. That was compensation for the agro I suffered and for the blood they got on my clothes and new air forces. The air instantly cooled me as I reached outside.
