The Wrong Side Of Love

The Life On The Bad Side

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

I groaned to hear that annoying sound and knew it was time to get up. My chocolate brown eyes flew open as my long black eye lashes fluttered while I tried to gain my vision back. I looked around my room and smiled as I threw my creme covers off my body and slid off my bed. I was very skinny for my age and had a nice natural light tanned body with long dark mousy brown hair and warm chocolate brown eyes and a perfect face, I guessed that was always the reason why my mum set me up to be a stripper in the first place. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushing my hair as I starred at myself in the mirror at my face. I sighed softly and placed my hair brush down when I was done then went back into my room. I picked out light blue shorts and a white crop top that showed off my belly. I stretched and yawned before going downstairs and into the kitchen. I spotted my mums underwear on the table and sighed to notice yet again she had a man in her house.

When my mum was pregnant with me, my dad walked out on her and she was left to raise me on her own after raising me and sending me off to a night club to be a stripper she began sleeping around with men. I sighed and opened the fridge and got a carteen of orange juice out as a man strolled into the kitchen shirtless, his dark blue jeans fitting his waist perfectly as he showed off his chest. I scowled over at him as he smiled at me "I never knew there was a sister" he said as he looked me up and down. I glared over at him.

"I'm her daughter you fucking perv" I snapped and from the look on his face I could tell he was a little shocked by my reaction. I looked over his shoulder as my mum came out in a short silked night gown, "You should tell your fuck buddies you have a daughter before you bang them" I told her and turned my back towards them as the male got the rest of his clothing on and left with one goodbye, no kiss. I watched him walk past the kitchen window and across the street before disappearing out of my sight. My mum sat down and sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance, I ignored her as I grabbed a bowl and poured some cocoa-pops into them then covered them with milk before setting myself down opposite her.

"Why do you have to be so goddamn rude Tayla" I heard her sigh and shruhhed as I continued to eat, not bothering to answer her question becauase we both knew the answer to that question. I felt her eyes soon on me and I sighed before finishing my cereal and slammingn my spoon down into the bowl amd taking it over to the sink. I starred out the window again and watched gangs walk past, people cowering away in their homes till it was safe. I rolled my eyes at the scared people and felt my mums eyes pierce into my skin as I turned to face her, my double D's curving through my white crop top and strapless bra.

"What!?" I snapped in annoyance and starred at her as she looked a little shocked from me snapping and sighed as she began to rub her temples again.

"Tayla, you're not helping me with this. I'm trying to get this house sorted and you are being a little bitch to every man I sleep with"

"God you act like a postitue who shags any man for free" I muttered, loud enough for her to hear because when I said it she slammed her hands down on the table and threw her chair back, making me jump a little.

"STOP IT. I'M DOING THIS FOR US" She snapped and began to turn red. I starred at her then sighed and grabbed my bag and put my white nick airs on before I made way to the door "hunny where are you going?" She asked and I opened the door.

"Out" Was all I said before leaving and slamming the door shut behind me. I wasn't very sure where I was going to be honest till nodded and began walking, I was deciding to go to the skate park where I always went and sat down as the boys who were up there skated around on skateboards and scooters.

"Hey Tayla" I heard a voice amd looked up at Sam, my best friend. I smiled at him as he pulled to cigarettes out and passed me one. I dug around in my bag and pulled a lighter out before lighting the cigarette that sat in my mouth. I rarely smoked only when I was stressed, I took a long puff and blew the smoke out. Sam was always there for me no matter what. He had dark browny-black messy hair and glasses with pale skin and a skinny body. I sighed as I flicked the ash off the end of my cigarette and rubbedy forehead with my free hand.

"God that woman drives me mad" I told him as we finished our cigarettes and I told him the whole story from the beginning to now.