EYEWITNESS ━ JENLISA

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It was three o'clock in the morning, but her sweaty body, hidden in a red tight dress, was still moving to the rough beat of the music. She always felt herself free from the alcohol, like a bird in the summer breeze. She didn't had to worry about what would happen in a minute or tomorrow, because at that moment she had a good time. When the disgusting liquid slid down her throat, all the bad thoughts and stress faded away... for a while.

1 PM

The bedroom stinking from sex, Lalisa Manoban breathed evenly next to a boy, she had no idea who he was. Her last night ended horribly. From the large amount of alcohol, she no longer knew where she was, so how could she have distinguished her love, Kunpimook Bhuwakul, known as BamBam at their school, from the other handsome and tall Thai boys? So she threw herself at the boy closest to her. Poor Kunpimool saw it all, so he dragged Lisa out to talk, who just vomited at him in response, resulting in a break up.

Lisa's sweet dreams were broken by the disappointing sound of her phone. Her head ached, she was afraid if she moved then her whole body would give up the service and it would explode, but when her mother's sharp voice from the voicemail said she would be home in 5 minutes, she got out of the bed at a lightning speed. She didn't had time to stretch her tired body, she had to act fast. It was as if a tornado had swept through the house. In the living room, the couch was torn, the TV was tipped down, her mother's favorite vases scattered throughout the house, red glasses everywhere. She also found worn-out cotons in her room, and she was sure that she and her sex partner wasn't the one using all of it. The house couldn't be helped, but she still tried to save it in five minutes.

*ding dong*

She walked to the door in a torn shirt, pushing the doorknob slowly down. The door opened as her mother entered in a black fur, and a long white dress with frustration and disgust on her face.
"Lalisa..." with her voice like a knife, the tension could have been cut. The upscale-looking woman dropped her suitcases to the floor, raised her hands in the air, and slammed it with a huge momentum at her daughter's face.
"When I left a week ago, you promised to take care of the house, and in the worst case, you would have called over that idiot boyfriend of yours, and instead what are you doing... you're having a party. And you greet your dear mother with torn hair and a torn shirt. You also played my trust last time by going to a dance party instead of studying. But it's enough, I have to do something against it from happening again. Lalisa, you..." the boy Lisa slept with was running down the stairs in nothing, but pants.
"Your name is Lara, right? Yeah, Lara, do y'know where's my shirt?"
"My name is Lisa..."
"Whatever." the boy rolled his eyes, than looked at the person next to Lisa. " Oh, good morning ma'am. "
"Lalisa, who is this?" her mother grabbed the boy, and began to push him out of the door.
"I- I don't know..." told her mother with puppy eyes.
"Congratulations. And you, son, go away from my house while I'm being nice."
"But my T-Shirt..." she slammed the door on him.
"I'm going to take you to Aunt Ahn tomorrow."
"And who's that?"
"Your aunt..."
"I mean, y'know it's always good to visit relatives you haven't seen in a long time."  Lisa expected a worse punishment.
"Oh, honey. It won't be a visit for you, because you will stay there with her in Korea. Then she'll teach you everything about how to make you a true entrepreneur, and maybe she'll even be able to polish your manners." Lisa almost fell off the chair.
"What? I won't be staying in Korea! Everything ties me here!"
"What ties you here? Your boyfriend you cheated on, or the boy you cheated on him with? You don't even know his name. You can't even say it's your friends, because that would be a lie."
"You, Mom, you're tying me here." Lisa's brain spun, she had to find an excuse to stay, because she enrolled in an art school where she could have learnt dance from the next week, but she can't tell that to her mom.
"Me?" She ran her fingers through her black hair and began to laugh hysterically. " Dear, if there wasn't a reason that you are hiding from me, you would have already volunteered to go study there, because you hate me. You hate me for what I'm doing, because you think I'm the bad boy. And now, before I get even more mad. tell me right away what it is." The girl spoke after a few seconds of silence.
"I enrolled in an art school to learn dance, and -" another sharp slap.
"We've talked about this before! You're learning all of this for nothing, because when the time comes for me to step back, you're going to run the company. Tonight I'm calling the school and going to tell them to cancel your enrollment, that's it."
"You can't do this to me!" Her eyes filled with tears, this woman is a monster, she thought.
"Oh, I can do it. And now go up to your room, fix yourself, and then pack your things, because like I said, we're leaving tomorrow."

{A/N; This is my first time writing a story in English! Sorry for every mistakes, my mother language is not English :) But I hope to improve! Please vote and comment if you like it.}