Undercover Cops

Chapter 36

I remember this day so clearly. Crystal clear.

It was my sixteenth birthday, and I just finished my work shift as a waitress. To be honest, I was actually happy his day. It meant only two more years before I could break free from that woman. My mother.

We were once so close, but it was such a long time ago. I couldn't remember; even the memories faded. Now, all I could retain of my mom was no other than how she abused me. Or how the man she brought home abused me.

That night of my sixteenth birthday was like the beginning of my end.

"Mom? William?" I called as I silently shut the door.

The house was dark, the only source of light being the fireplace that flickered endlessly. Mt frightened voice echoed through the main entrance, and around the house. With each step I took, I was paralyzed with fear.

Normally, they would be getting drunk. Screwing each other. But this time was different. It was silent, all too silent.

"Mom? I received my 70$ check," I tried again, hopelessly.

After a quick sweep of the entire first floor, I headed upstairs, worried about jeopardizing my own safety. As I reached the top, I heard muffled screams of my mom, and William's faint voice engulfed with anger. He was yelling so loudly, much louder than every time he beat me up.

"You slut! " He began, and I heard objects flying and crashing on the wall. "Do you remember our deal?!"

I paused on the stairs, listening fearfully as my heart raced. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them fairly well. Even if my mom was for the least hostile with me, I still couldn't stand someone else screaming at her.

"Do you even fucking remember?!" roared the muscular man. "You and your worthless child have to please me every night while I furnish you the wanted drugs! But now you're telling me that your daughter isn't home when she's supposed to be, and you still want the drugs?!"

I shivered in fear -of terror-, and tried to calm down my heavy breathing. My mom sold my body? How dares she...? Never in my wildest nightmares have I imagined her that cruel! I was still a damn virgin and wanted to stay that way.

"Please forgive me!" Sobbed my mother desperately, going crazy with the withdrawal. "I swear she'll come back home in a minute, and you'll do whatever you wanna do to her! I can help you spank her if you want-"

"No," refused the monster in a ferocious voice. "I want her body to myself. We can do a threesome later during the year. We got time."

I thought about running away. I thought about stealing a random car and running away. I thought about going to the police. Maybe I was kicked, punched, slapped, slaved, but I didn't want to be raped.

"I want her here now... here... or I'll kill you."

The threat sent me nearly dead on the stairs. As much as I want to deny, as much as my mom didn't deserve me, she was still my mom. She still gave me birth. I wouldn't let her die; it'll be inhuman.

I instantly ran up the stairs, my heart ready to explode. I stopped once I heard another loud crash, and worriedly peered inside. William punched the window, sending the dangerous pieces of glass flying around the bedroom. My mom covered her face, curled against the wall, shaking, crying her eyes out. It was an unforgettable scene. Forever graved on my mind.

"William!" I yelped, my voice coming out louder than I intended.

He turned around at the sound before a sickening smile curved onto his swollen lips. But what traumatized me the most was his stare.