The Bad Boys Touch.

Chapter 21

I woke up to the sound of cupboards shutting door's opening then shutting. It caused me a little headache which will soon happen to transform into a massive on as the day goes on. I rose from my bed, as my feet touched the cold hard surface beneath, I stumbled heading to the floor with a massive thump to come after my unsafe leading causing my mum to run open the door to see me lying their hopelessly, waiting for her to help me up.

I sense a bit of deja vu here !

Her hands slowly came out her bagy pockets to her joggers then came to reach for mine whilst saying " Steady there darlin' " She laughed at my clumsiness being though I am never clumsy normally I am up to starch but I most of got up to fast or I am still half asleep. " Right so apparently this house has no food which is in date so we will have to have breakfast out, if that is okay ? " She asked me.

" Sure, I don't see how that is a problem we will just have to talk about my past in public that's fine. " I smiled as I got up slowly with mum's help as I reached my normal height I asked " Where is the shower ? "

" You see that door there. " She pointed to a white door with no light shining through it as it had no windows. I nodded, " that is the bathroom. " She smiled as she started walking out the room leaving me on my own. After having a shower and changing into causal, I was ready to get this stressful day out of the way of my life so here it goes...

We are sitting opposite each other in this run down cafe which is literally in the middle of nowhere and I am scared as I feel my mum is going to kidnap me and never leave my side but that's my brain thinking about random shit what has happened in the past 24 hours. My hands were around a large cup which was full of caffeine as I am addicted to it when I am up this early in the morning and it was my source of relaxing as my heart is beating million times per second to hear what my mum had to say about dad. " So what happened with you and my dad then ? " I asked in curiosity, I just wanted this awkward conversation to start and finish in a flash which won't happen but I can still keep dreaming. " Wow... We are going in on this head first are we ? " She questioned back but I just wanted her to spit the truth out already. I am getting bored of all this lying through teeth business.

" Fine. " She sighed and then looked me in deep eye contact but I broke it off by looking at my steamy hot caffeine waiting for me to drink it in one go and burn my throat to death. " Your dad. " Once again she sighed but this time it sounded like she was just about to burst into tears if she puffed out one last time. " Yes, your dad abused me to have you. It is no regret I just wasn't ready for you and he knew that. " Her hands slowly came up from the table and wrapped around mine. I didn't accept it, I just let them sit there and ignored the warmness coming off of them. She carried on realising that I was ignoring her motherly move.

" He normally abused me the most when he was drunk like most people got abused. You were also caused by his drunken sate and his abuse as we were having sex. He basically used me as a punch bag and pleasure and I hate that he used me to make you and make him happy if that's what you want to call it but it was complete opposite for me and I hate it but I made you and I am proud being though he raised you he didn't make mistake and I am happy then you are happy with your other family and I would love to be apart of that. If you don't want me then fine but it's up to you. Now I know this had nothing to do with your questions but it is half of it answered the other half is why he lied to which I know so I shall tell you. Once you are ready... "

" Trust me I am ready. " I spat out waiting was not my favourite thing to do right now.

" Are you sure ? If you say so then I guess I shall tell you. Your dad lied to you because. " Deep breath in and then she continued. " He was trying to protect you and make me sound like the worst fucking mother ever, leaving her child to the dad as she is on 'drugs', I would love to know much more to this lie but in my point of view that's what it looked like to me and I hate him soo much for lying to you with complete bull- " I interrupted her.

" So you never were on drugs ? " I asked.

" Well yeah I tried then and got addicted to them at the start of mine and your dads relationship but never went back to them until I heard that you were left to die and that you were in a coma dying everyday. That broke my hurt finding that out and getting a call from complete stranger. " I could hear her sniffling but I chose to ignore it as I carried on feeling the steam hit my face and fly past me in it's steady gentle waves. Then I came to terms to what she just said. " Wait.. so you didn't know that Heather and Andy took me. "

" Not at all, he kicked me out and still couldn't handle you so he thought of the plan smoothly didn't he ? " She couldn't contain her anger any more she was getting redder and redder.

" Do you wanna let off some steam ? " I drank my coffee by now and she had finished whatever she ate and drunk. " Sure why not ? What have you got install for me ? " She asked sounding really excited about my plan. " Kick boxing, it lets off lots of steam trust me. It works for me so it should work for you. " I smiled as I got my bag from underneath me and started standing up with her.

We got to the local gym and went straight into the boxing area which had no one in it so I was pleased. We found ourselves some punching bags and mum started off, growling at the bag like she was a dog fighting something as I watched her in a non creepy way, I started to smile. I felt like she was my daughter when really it is the other way round, I felt proud. Why was that though ? Is it because of what she has confronted about dad.

After questioning myself, I started to punch the bag with all my will, thinking about how much I hate random people and what they have done to me or my family. Once my mum was warned out, we stopped as I was slowly coming to the point of going to sleep also we went back into the car to drive off to her flat.

" Soooo..." She broke me away from dream world.

" So what do you do as a job ? " I asked a question to try and make conversation with her whilst we are going back home. " Promise me something quickly darling. " My mum blurted out.

" Fine. What is it ? " I asked.

" You will not look at me in enough way and you won't leave me right now as I don't know where the fuck we are ? " She laughed and went serious within seconds.

" Yeah. I promise now just tell me. It can't be that bad.. " I said with a sigh full of wait as she just kept trying to the change the subject or ignore me. " Right so I am a woman who get paid by men for giving them my body for pleasure. " She sighed as I cringed at the thought.

" So you are saying that you were a-..a pro... a prostitute. " I coughed out the words, I can't strutted any longer, I just couldn't believe it though. I had to ask the most awkwardest questions when normally thoughts questions are normally a good conversation starter not this one. " So that dude.. Ricky from yesterday he was one of your toy's or whatever you call it in your world. " I spat but not in an angry way, more of a confused way.

" Yes, he was a urrm toy. I guess. " She sighed once again. I could see the flats, we were staying in coming around the corner so I just tried to ignore the awkwardness and watch the world transform into a weird one within a blink of an eye. We came to a sudden stop and this stop was my heaven as I got straight out and started walking up the stairs to the top floor, trying to avoid mum which won't work as I am stuck with her for about 3 days. Why did I pick this world/life ?

I reached the top of the stairs, leading me to the front door of my mum's flat to find that it is open and only a little bit. Have we been burgled ? " Mum ! " I shout from above to find her running only a couple of flights of stairs below. " Yes. " She sighed but this was because she was out of breath and needs to catch it back but can't because of me running off. She finally got to the top of the stairs to find what I was looking at. Her wooden old door was slightly open, there were no signs of breaking in or anything to show evidence. I walked closer to the door opening it a little more to see the scene.

Nothing was there expect for a......