The Slut

The Bitter Truth

Your life is going normal. Your mother wakes you up for school. You do your morning chores, wish your dad good morning.

But one day your mother forgets to pick you up and you're left waiting for hours until you decide to go home yourself. You reach home, drenched from the pouring rain, and are met with the confused face of your mother. Shock and embarrassment replaces the confused one when she realizes her mistake. "I completely forgot,dear. I'm so sorry", she apologizes profusely and you forgive her. No big deal.

You see the disappointed expression of your father when his wife forgets their anniversary. You feel ashamed when your mother fails at appearing for the parents teacher meeting at your school. You're happy when your mother forgets to lock the front door and you're able to sneak out to your friend's party. 

You see the confusion on your mother's face when she sits alone on the kitchen stool wondering how she could be so careless. "Ageing, mom, ageing", you tell her and your eyes twinkle with mirth when she sends you a deadly glare.

But you also see your mother's defeated posture, her stress on forgetting the most important of meetings and events. You sense your father's helplessness and frustration on not being able to help your mother. You don't like the apprehension that seems to be weighing down the home's prior content atmosphere. But you can't do anything. You...just can't do anything. The post-it notes covering the fridge just aren't enough. Your mother being unable to hold the spoon is becoming irritating.

Then one day it all makes sense. It all seems to be surreal but at the same time, so real. 'How could this be happening? Why is this happening to us? Why Alzheimer's of all things?', you can't help but wonder if this is all just a dream. Maybe its a lucid dream and nothing more.

But you know it isn't when you hear the gut-wrenching sobs from your parents' room and know that your mother has reached her limit. 

You feel the walls crumbling down around you when you see your mother in the bathroom with a razor in her hand, staring at you wide-eyed and knowing she would've succeeded in her intentions if you'd been a minute late. She knows she won't be living for long....so do you.

You cry yourself to sleep in the corner of your mother's bedroom, with your face stuffed in a pillow just so your mother doesn't wake up by your whimpers, all because you can't trust her to be alone after your father's loss in a car accident.
You remember your father's distress and worry lines on his face and the tired sighs he'd release after explaining your mother yet another time that he's her husband and you her daughter, and you can't help but hope that he's in a better place, a happier place.

You can't express your gratitude when all your relatives step up to help. But can't help but wonder who would help your broken heart. You've accepted the bitter truth but hoping for a sweet lie doesn't cost money, right?

You hate the dilemma you're forced in. You hate yourself for raising your voice on your mother when she wanders off to places. You hate yourself when you're unable to devote enough time to her. You hate yourself when you have to send her to rehab. You hate your grandma for giving you that advice but hate yourself more when you know its right.

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"Hey Linda. How is your day going?", I asked the sweet 50-year old receptionist with a tired smile.

"Lovely, dear. How are you keeping up?", she asked with a concerned look, "and don't give me that 'I'm fine' bullshit reply. You know I hate it." A small chuckle escaped my lips but soon died down when I remembered last night.

"I am fine, Linda. A little tired for sure, but fine", I reassured her. I heard my name from behind me and turned around to see Louis and Zayn coming with some snacks and coffee from the rehab's cafe. 

"Thanks guys. You should go home now. Perrie's alone at home and you both look like you would pass out any second. Girls don't really dig for those "Fifty Shades Of Dark Circles" you know.", I teased them with a smirk making them both chortle.

"I have to agree with Diana on that one boys. Go home and rest and take Diana with you.", she told the boys and then turned to me as I opened my mouth to protest, " Don't you dare defy me young lady. That "Fifty Shades Of Dark Circles" rule applies to you too", she said with a disagree-and-you-won't-like-the-consequences look.

"Aye, aye, captain!", Louis saluted Linda which earned him a few shh's from the people around and an eye roll from Linda and me. I sighed in defeat and let Louis and Zayn take me home after bidding our farewells to Linda. That woman is so demanding I tell you.

"Are you fine? Should I make you a cup of don't-disturbe-me coffee? Or maybe a movie? Louis? Zayn? How is she? I've prepared the hot tub bath for you Di. Or would you eat something first? I know you don't like the rehab foo-", Perrie rambled as soon as we entered the house with a concerned look on her face. I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh or cry and hug her for her genuine concern. I chose the latter.

I pulled her in a tight hug and then pulled away with my hands holding her shoulders firmly and said in the calmest voice,"Shut up, Perrie."

"Oh. I'll go and make the don't-disturbe-me coffee then", she said with a pouting face and went to the kitchen. Louis and Zayn chuckled from behind me.
'She's so damn cute", Zayn said with his eyes following Perrie until she disappeared into the kitchen. He turned to look at us with a smile still on his face which instantly dropped on seeing our smirks.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?", he said with an embarrased-cum-irritated tone, "Dammit. Uh, yeah, I-I'm going to my room."

Louis and I laughed at his pink cheeks and shared a knowing look . Perrie cocked her out of the kitchen with a confused look,"What y'all laughing at? And where did Zayn go?"

"Oh Perrie, Zayn was just telling us-", I was interrupted by the opening of Zayn's door.

"You say another word Diana and you're dead. Louis don't make that face, the same goes for you too", he said with narrowed eyes and slammed the door shut again.

Louis and I laughed again while Perrie just stood there with a confused face.

"Will someone tell me why Zayn's cheeks were all the shades of pink?!?"  

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Chillaz lovelies!!!!

There'll be lots of Harry in the next chapter *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*

Aaaand,unfortunately (I can't decide if for you or me), there'll be less smut for the next few chapters. So if you were looking for it then, sorry to disappoint!!! (N don't u dare stop reading the book 'cause of it *narrows eyes*)