The Stripper Alliance

Chapter 17

I open my eyes. A sense of sickness rushes to my head. I try to sit up, but the motion sickness overrides my entire body. I decide to stay still in my bed. I manage to fully open my eyes. Sunlight is rushing through the curtains, and light jazz music is floating in from outside the room.

I slowly inhale and hold my breath for a few seconds. It relaxes all of my muscles and everything seems to slow down. I hear the doctor approaching quickly, and I shut my eyes.

My mother’s voice echoes throughout the room. I pretend like I’m just waking up. I stretch my arms out, fake a yawn, and quickly bat my eyes. I rapidly sit up and excruciating pain rushes to my head. I totally forgot about the motion sickness. The doctor laughs and says, “Take it easy, Onyx.”

It’s a new doctor. His presence is way more comforting than the last doctor’s presence. My mother rushes to my side. She feels my warm forehead with her cold, wrinkled hand. Immediately, my inner-body temperature drops like four or five degrees. My mother looks to the doctor and quietly asks, “Can we have a few minutes alone?”

The doctor smiles and happily exits the room. My mother blushes and fans herself. She squeals, “OMG! He is so cute!”

I gag. The thought of my mother having a crush, sickens me. She is middle-aged and he is no older than 30. She also has a husband, who happens to also be my father. I smack her side and yell, “What about your husband?”
            Her emotion quickly changes from excited to serious. He sits herself down in the chair next to my bed. She grabs my hand and I snatch it away from her. I am not in the mood for her to touch me right now.

My mom hears me loud and clear, so she sets her hands back in her lap. She sighs and rubs her face. A tear strolls down her cheek and it falls to the floor. She quietly says, “I love your father very much, but our marriage is going downhill. He is working all the time, you have been a handful lately, and he hasn’t had sex with me in months. Months!”

I turn to face the wall, and I’m giving my all to resist the nausea. I do not want to see that bitch’s face again. I cannot believe that she just blamed her marital problems on me. Only a complete bitch would do that. She walks around the bed to see me. She looks deeply into my eyes and sweetly asks, “Got anything to say, sweetie?”

I sit up in my bed and I look at her dumb face. I wait a second before calmly saying, “You are a bitch. You are a whore. You are a slut, cunt, twat, and a backstabber. But most of all, you are a heartbreaker!”

Her facial expression completely changes. She looks like her best friend just slapped her across the face and walked away with the boy that she liked. To sum it up into one word, she looks mystified.

She tries to stare me down, but she realizes that I will not back down. After a few more attempts to win the staring contest, she raises her hand and thrusts it across my right cheek. I caress my burning cheek and scream, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She grabs my wrist and gives me a cold, long, spiteful stare. She is actually putting me into an uncomfortable position right now. She removes her death grip from my wrist, but as soon as I relax, she grabs my chin. She yells, “I am your mother, Onyx Olivia Mason! You need to drop the dirty language and start giving me some goddamn respect! Do you hear me?”

I stare at the floor, trying to avoid her wicked gaze. She tightens her grip and lowers her voice as she asks, “Do you hear me?”

I do my best to nod my head. She relinquishes her grip from my chin. I throw her a dirty look and turn around to face the gorgeous midday sun. I can tell that she saw my look, because she mumbles something under her breath.