𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲?

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Ariana's POV : "Yo, wake up we got shit to do." I hear mom say as she lightly shoves me. I groan at the sudden awakening. "Isn't it saturday?" There's no school today so why is she waking me up? "Take a good, long look at my face and ask me if this looks like someone who gives a fuck." She gives me sarcasm. I mentally rolled my eyes. "Get up and go shower."

I let out a long, frustrated sigh as I drag myself out of bed. My body feels so heavy. Almost a thousand pounds more than what it already is. My eyes could barely open, making it hard to even figure out where exactly I was. I'm way too sleepy to really notice anything around me. All I want to do is crawl back under the comfy fluffy covers and pretend I live a better life.

Wait a sec..
Fluffy black covers?
Big white pillows.. This isn't my bedroom.

I slept with mom last night?! "Can you fucking go! We don't have the whole damn day!" She shouts at me. I quickly exit her room and go to take a shower and brush my teeth.

Once I finished, it was time to brush my hair. I love a good ponytail. Something about it just calls to me. The girls in my class pull on my hair sometimes when I'm not looking. They never get in trouble for it. I wish someone would just teach them a lesson. Shave their heads or something.

I complete my morning routine and settle on the old apple in the fridge for breakfast. "Nope, put it down." Mom snatches the apple from my hand. "You can eat when today is over." But I'm so hungry.. "Put your shoes on and let's go." She says as she grabs her car keys. I put on my old beat up shoes, attempting to sneak by her through the front door before she can get the chance to hit me upside the head. I wasn't quick enough.

I rubbed against the sore side of my head as I got myself into the passenger seat of the car. I noticed something different today. Mom's jaw.. She kept moving it back and forth over and over. And her pupils were super big, like a kitty cat ready to pounce. And on top of it all, she had old powdery residue beneath her right nostril. What is that?

The sudden sound of her phone ringing pulled me out of my curious state of being. She answered it while driving. "Yo," She spoke on the phone. "Yeah we're on our way... Nah that wasn't the deal, fifty dollars an hour, take it or leave it." What's she talking about? Fifty dollars an hour for what? For who? For me? "So how long do you fucking want her cause' I got other people... Three hours tops, and that's with a condom on... Aight see you soon." She hung up the phone. I stayed silent, not wanting to get hit again for asking about it. What's a condom?

All of a sudden my stomach started growling really loudly. Oh jeez, shut up. God, could my stomach be any louder?

"Here, but if you eat this now this is all your getting for the whole day." She says, holding out the small cup of cereal for me. I want it so bad. But I cant have it.

I want to be as thin as Alyssa from my English class. All the boys think she's so hot. I wanna be just like her. Boy's at school don't ever talk to me.. There's something wrong with me. There has to be. Maybe it's why mom doesn't like me very much either. She'll like me more when I'm pretty. "No thank you." I mumble. "Why the fuck not?" She asks, stopping at a red light. "Eating makes you fat." I quoted Alyssa.

She payed no mind to my response. Her jaw continued to grind and grind. Left, right, up, down.. She wouldn't stop moving it. She seemed a little hyper. Continuing to drive in silence, we eventually got to some strange hotel looking place. "Where-" "Listen to me," She cut me off mid sentence. "Do what he says, make as much noise as possible, and don't fucking cry. If he tells me you started crying I swear to fucking god I'll give you something to cry about when we get home, do you understand me?" She cuts me off. I felt the most confused I had ever felt in my entire life. What's happening?

We get out of the car together, and walk into the sketchy looking motel. There was this weird, ugly guy standing next to an old painting, as if he was waiting for someone. "Yo!" Mom calls for him, making him turn his head towards our direction. He walks over to us, eyeing me down every step of the way. The way he was looking at me gave me chills.

"This her?" "Yeah, gimme my money and you can have your fun." She rushes him. He hands her three fifty dollar bills and shakes her hand. "Alright, I'mma be in the car." She mumbles lowly before leaving me alone with him.

"Hey pretty girl, come upstairs with me yeah?" I didn't want to but I did it anyways. I'm supposed to do as told. If there's even the slightest chance that mom will like me after this.. I'm willing to do anything.

We gst to his small hotel room and he locks the door behind us. "Take your clothes off for me, beautiful." My clothes? Why? What's going on?

Mom said to do what he says so do it.

"All of my clothes?" "That's right, precious." He smirks. I did as he said and removed my clothing piece by piece. The way he was staring me down, you would've thought I was famous or something. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, or my body. I crossed my arms in front of my flat chest to comfort myself. "Hands down. Let me see what I paid for, bitch." He doesn't have to be so rude about it. He has bad manners. What exactly did he pay for, anyway?

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Billie's POV : She got back into the car with her clothes practically torn apart, her hair messed up, and tears streaming down her pale little face. She was trembling intensely, and by this point hyperventilating to cope with how hard she was crying. "Did you do what he said?" I ask as I start up the car. She remains completely silent, only slowly nodding her head in response. Her arms were crossed against her chest as if she was hiding something. Marks and bruises covered her neck as the tears from her cheeks had now fallen to her chest. She wouldn't stop crying.

"Here, I bought you this." I mumble, grabbing a bag of McDonalds from the backseat. I was about to hand it to her when I noticed blood leaking from between her legs. Shit. It's getting all over my fucking car seats. "Here, use this and clean yourself up." I say, tossing her a napkin.

She didn't take it. She didn't blink, she didn't move.. She was just frozen in place. "Spread your legs for me, it's obvious you can't do shit yourself." I sighed. She still wouldn't move. I was about to spread them for her but she quickly closed her legs as tightly as she possibly could. "Mommy.. Please." She whispered, gently trying to push my hands away. "Fine, since you wanna be such a fucking baby about it!" I shout, rolling my eyes and starting to drive to the next location. "And you don't get shit to eat today either." I mumble angrily. I don't feel bad about it, this little shit deserves it for being such a fucking brat.

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Ariana's POV : We finally got through the day and eventually got back home. "Go in your room and stay in there." Mom pushes me inside. I head straight for my bedroom and slam the door shut behind me, fumbling with the lock until I hear the satisfying click. Leaning heavily against the door, I let out a deep, shaky breath and slowly slide down onto the floor. I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them tightly. Tears spill down my cheeks as I bury my face in my knees, the sobs shaking my body uncontrollably.

Those men touched me. They touched my private area's and they hit me hard. Do my friends do the same thing? Do all little girls get touched by boys? Maybe it's normal.

Getting up from the floor, I walked over to my full body mirror and took my clothes off. The men.. they made fun of my body. Some of them liked it, some of them didn't. They put more bruises on me and made me bleed from my private area. I don't like my body. It isn't very pretty. I bet Alyssa likes her body. She's so skinny.

I feel so.. empty. I was expecting mom to like me after this. She's mad at me for crying. I couldn't help it. Everything hurts so bad. "Yo! Last fucking chance, do you want to eat or not!" I hear mom shout from the other side of my door. I can't. "No t-thank... y-" I couldn't finish my sentence as my body began to grow weak. I felt heavier and heavier by the second. My vision started to blur and eventually, everything went black.