Life Of May(Editing)

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MAY
The next morning, I woke up in my bed not remembering half the things I did the previous night. All I remembered was the parking lot incident and I started crying.
As I was crying, my mum walked into my room and I quickly wiped my eyes. She said that Sam has told her that I was not feeingctoo well so she decided to take the day off. I was still shocked that Sam would cover up for me like that but all I could do was play along and keep covering the lie with other lies.

SAM
May passed out on the dance floor and I had to carry her from there to the car. I also carried her from the car to the bedroom. Not only did I do that but I instructed the house keeper to change her clothes that were all covered up in vomit and urged her to keep her mouth shut abs not tell May's mother.
The next morning, I had to see the bug miss before she left for work and told her a lie that would cover up May's hangover. I told her that May or as we addresses her Ms. Peters had a terrible headache and had a fever. To my surprise, she decided to call work immediately asking for the day off duties si thatxahe could take care of her daughter.

MAY
My mum literally spent the whole day in my room. My eyes were hurting so I could not look at her properly. My head was aching too intact my entire body felt like it had undergone some military training for the first time. The light that penetrated through the window irritates mw and made my head ache more such that I asked my mum to cover it. She did so without heairtion. I felt bad for making my mum take care of me when I had done something she would not approve of and probably kill me once she found out about it. Anyway, a girl needed some attention once in a while.
I enjoyed going to the club so much that it became a habit. Sam and I would go there every weekend and we would not find problems with my mum because she was always working .
I would sy that I had replaced the blood in my vwina with liquor because that was wht kept me on my feet.
I wouks go to the club every weekend and hook up with different guys everytimw. I was no different from a prostitute only that I did it for free, for the fun if it. I did not care about the height, race, body size or even the age. As long as the being wore a pair of pants at the bottom. Well, no female wore pants at that place so that explains it.

SAM
Going to the club became part of my job. What was good about this was every aspect of it. I got to enjoy my working hours and I did this for free because all the bills were on May. Never had I ever had a job that I could have fun with my boss.

MAY
One faithful Saturday as I was still in my right state of mind, a man who looked as though he was in his early forties approached me. He spoke fluent English and he had a good sense of humour.
We talked for sometime while taking drinks then headed to the dance floor. This man introduced himself as John and I did not say my name back. I just nodded and smiles as I did not want to go deeper business than hooking up. I figured that all that mattered was my body and not my name or anything else.
This habit went on for a long time but somehow I managed to keep it away from my mum without her noticing or suspecting a thing. To her, Sundays were my days of rest and thats why I stayed in bed almost the whole day.
This life wascso amazing I wondered why I did not discover it earlier.