She would be seven by now. If Mira closed her eyes she could still imagine the girls face, HER girls face. On most nights she could drown out the sound of her daughters laughter with that of gunfire and roudy sixers but tonight the group is strangely silent. In the limited privacy of her make shift room she lays atop a cot willing the memories to fade.
She freezes as the weight of her make shift bed moves. On the edge of her bed sits a man who's face vaguely resembles that of her lost love. Lucas. He watches her wordlessly for a moment his pale green eyes scanning over the length of her body. Without warning he is one top of her his nose pressing into the side of her neck as he inhales.
Mira hates his monthly visits. She thinks to stab him right then and there but then SHE would be lost to her forever. Instead Mira holds her breath as the mans rough fingers slide under her shirt.
She never thought she would be a mother. As was evident of her own parents failures Mira figured the mothering gene was not one that ran in her family. Her predicament had been the product of circumstance. The kind that leads a college dropout short on rent to sleep with a landlord she hardly considered human. A sickening slimeball that in the time it took her to lace her boots had nocked her up against the decaying wall ...
Her mind is brought back by the pain between her legs as the man thrust into her. She doesn't remember when he managed to pull her pants down but is happy to have missed it. Unlike his quiet nature lucas is not gentle. his strokes are hard and precise with little regard to the woman beneath him. She looks away from him
She has my lips. That is what Mira thought the day her daughter was born a tiny infant, thin and sickly, the way most babies born outside of the domed hospitals looked but Mira had not had the money nor the reputation to get into one. Like other outcast her daughter was birthed in the filth and squalor of an abandoned house. She had not expected the girl to live and with twelve hours of unmedicated labor Mira also expected to die...
He comes inside her burrying his face in the crook of her neck. He won't kiss her. That is a
reserved specifically for his beloved "sister" and she is thankful for it. Rolling off of her he cleans himself up a moment later and moments later leaves just as he came wordless. Pulling up what he left of her clothing the woman returns to her previous position. The truth is he could have any woman he wants. He only chooses her to hurt his father. Take away from him the only thing he could.
She remembers the last time she saw her child. Clad in a gasmask and standard jumpsuit the girl clung to her mothers chest as she carried her up the road that led away from town. From the top of the hill she pointed out at a round glass building in the distance. "You see that baby"she whispered. "Thats the dome...someday that's where were gonna live.
