Mondays P.O.V
"I hate mondays!" I screamed while my mother ripped off my bed sheets. She gave me a firm expression which ment 'get out of bed or you will not hear the end of this. Until she saw my legs. I was not wearing my PJ's but instead jeans. Then she looked at my top and saw my shirt. I was wearing my addis shirt from yesterday, I knew that I was going to be in BIG trouble if she found out where I went and what I had been doing yesterday.
"Monday. Where did you go last night and what time do you come back and with whom?" She said in a motherly tone which she does not use very often.
"Um, I came back at 9:00 and I went to the mall, and I came back by myself." I hated myself at that moment I never lied, never definitely not to my mother! She stared at me, probably didn't know what to say if I told her where I went and why I went there.
"Monday..." She trailed off. I waited for her to finish her sentence but she just stared at me. "Monday you can't lie to me even if you tried, I just hope it doesn't happen again." She looked at me "My own child going to a strip club late at night, how could my own child, my daughter disobey me like that!" She started crying. "When did you start striping? When? Tell me!" She looked at me with teary eyes. I couldn't even speak. The way she said it, the way it sounded on her tongue made me seem like the worst human being ever to live. She stormed out of my room crying. Oh what have I done I made my own mother hate me. My own mother cry. Oh what a terrible daughter I was. Striping for men, when here lies my mother thinking she has the best daughter that could ever live.
Oh screw her, screw life, screw everything on earth. I took out my phone immediately called Samantha. The one that had started the stripping club and everything for me. Striping was my new life my new cigarettes and I couldn't quit. It was fire in my mouth when men slipped money in to my underwear. When I put my cleavage down making the resist to even put there hand in there but usually the give up trying and slip $50 bills for me to take it off. I do end up taking it off and rubbing myself on him. What would be even better is when people slipped $100 bills then they could spend the night with me, my body, and no clothes. I can not say I don't enjoy it.
*Ring RING* I grabbed my phone and saw a number I wanted to hear from. Samantha. I put it next to my ear and listened at her voice that sweet dirty minded girl and her beautiful calls there was nothing more than I liked then dirty talking to her. "Baabe" I heard her drunk voice and knew she was asking for it. For me to go with her. "Babe I can't not today not ever." I whispered to her so my mother to hear. "Just come, I hope you won't mind stripping again. Not even for me?" I just held it to my ear, and said the thing that would make her hate me forever. "I hate stripping... *whispered* I don't like you when your drunk." I sighed. "Well then I hate you." I hoped what I was hearing was just her drunk voice nothing more. Then she hanged up. I waited for her to call back, to tell me she was joking. Then out of the blue I started crying. Tears drained down my face and I cried non-stop. Not even my mother came to hug me to tell me it was alright that every human had their troubles. But, she never came and thats when I took a pocket knife from my father's room and cut my self like no before... I wrote out the word Curse Life. Ah, that felt much better to get it out to stop myself from my dangers but I didn't think that was going to help me at all. So I ripped off all my clothes non stop and made a dirty video of myself naked and posted it on Redtube. The place for bad people the ones that I went on. Screw life I strip.
