Prostitute Stained Love (EreMika) | (Completed)

Chapter 7 | Her Past

"Momma, guess what!" 9 year old me exclaimed happily as I ran downstairs. As I peaked my head around the corner, I saw my mom and dad arguing in the living room. Mom was yelling at my dad and her hair was a mess while Dad was just looking at her with his fists balled up. I jumped a bit at the sight and stayed hidden behind the corner, eavesdropping on them.

"Herrick! We have a damn daughter! Do you not care for here?!" Mom yelled. "Of course I fucking do, Akane!" Dad responded, also yelling. Herrick was Dad's name and Mom's name was Akane. I, only being 9 and not understanding their conversation, revealed myself from the corner. "M..momma? Daddy?" I called my parents.

My mom suddenly turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes softened. "Mikasa...dear, how much did you hear?" My mother asked me. "Why are you and Daddy yelling?" I asked my mother, tears in my eyes. My head suddenly turned to my dad to observe him.

Dad wasn't looking at me and he crossed his arms. His body was facing the opposite direction of me, but I could already see the sad expression on his face. Mom slowly approached me and gave me a hug. I cried on her shoulder. "Momma. D..Don't you and Daddy fight like that ever again." I managed through my silent sobs.

"Of course sweetie. We won't fight ever again." My mom assured me. I've never witnessed my parents' fight before so this was scary and new for me. We pulled away from the hug and she wiped my tears. She gave me a soft smile, a fake smile.

"How about you go upstairs and I'll bring you some treats?" My mom asked me with a gentle tone. I nodded and sniffed. "Okay Momma. Can Daddy come too?" I asked my mom. She reluctantly answered me with, "we'll see." I nodded and went upstairs back to my room.

My dad has always been distant since then. Whenever Mom and I would leave the house he'd immediately get his phone out. I already had too much to deal with at school with boys always having a stupid crush on me. So I was usually distracted by trying to ignore them every day of my life.

My dad was not a good father figure, at least not to me. He'd sometimes yell at Mom and threaten to give her back. Mom used to be a sex slave and when Dad bought her, he thought that he found his true love. He was apparently wrong though, because he hates her with all his heart now. He doesn't even love me.

When I was 12 years old my mom developed the look of fear, worry, sadness, and anger in her eyes. I could tell. I also started to catch onto my dad's abusive behavior, and was too scared to ever speak my heart. If I wanted to go up to my dad and say, "I Hate You!" I'd be too scared because I feared that he would hurt me.

When I was in 7th grade I was in the car with my mom on the way home. We had just come back from shopping for bras. My mom and I have the "body of a model" so everyday of puberty I'd be a new bra size.

Girls didn't even want to be my friend anymore. At least not true friends. They either envied me or tried to be my friend for their own benefit. All but one friend, Annie Leonhardt. She could care less about popularity and would never use me. At least, that's what I thought.

"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked my mom. I could hear her sniffing, as if she was holding back some tears. She looked at me and responded with, "Nothing dear." She was lying. I knew she was. "Mom, I know something is wrong. Please tell me!" is what I wanted to say. But instead I kept quiet. Reserved to myself like always, no interest in boys, just my schoolwork.

"Dear, do you have a crush?" My mother asked me. "Come again?" I asked her. "Someone who you truly love. That you know that you want to spend your whole life with. Do you have someone like that?" She asked me again. I thought for a moment.