They went out giggling after they were done. I used to study over that table, sleep with my head over my books, eat over there, eww. Those are pathetic creatures. I fell asleep thinking; Nothing.
Next morning, my head spinned and my eyes hurt, not because seeing my mother in that pathetic condition; but because, this time I had seen her doing it, infront.
Most probably, I've never found her home at night, cause she is always buzy serving her guests; masters or getting served. I ran to her room, her guards stopped me from entering and went inside and after waiting for whole ten minutes, I got to meet my own mother. She was laying as elegantly as snake in that bed, with a white gown hugging every part of her body. Her hair was lightly loose on her shoulders, face; as that of glass. She was in the middle of a photoshoot, so I planned to stay quiet. Yes, my mother was on top in pornography industry in India as well as in asia. She gets contract from all over, every teenager knows her well; exceptionally. This is one of the reason I do not attend school. She turned her head towards me, and said," Su, what's the matter?" I couldn't say anything, but my eyes started yelling it for me. She stood up, and asked the photographer to leave. She went to sit infront of her mirror, and asked me to join too. I sat beside her, she wiped my tears and said, look at the mirror, "promise me one thing that you won't let anybody see that face of yours." 'Crying is considered to be a job of weeklings, let nobody look down on you. You owe me one, don't ask what?' Then she walked out of the room, without even asking, why was I crying?
Ratri, Madhurima, Naksha were already up and were on the dining. When I sat down mom stared straight to my face. "Look at your sisters, they woke up and got ready also, but you; do something instead of crying and being a week asshole." Heat began rising within me and reached me cheeks, ears and eyes. 'There she goes again.' Madhurima laughed. But this time, with tears came, anger. Before I could realize peices of glass smashed all over the floor, and Madurima's cheek red with my hand over her face. What's happened was not important, but what was going to, was.
Everyone was silenced. I could hear Madhurima crying. Mom walked towards me slowly with a glass of water in her hands. She splashed it on my face, and grabbed me by shoulders came close to my ear and whispered, "you will now go to school, i've had enough of your stupid rebel behaviour." Beating and no food would have being better that going to school. When I tried to hold up to my anger, tears showed up. As soon as she turned her back to be, I could hear everyone laughing at me. 'Bitches like you, need to be fucked.' I shouted with every part of my lungs.' You are a slut, a whore and why should I listen you; you got nothing, no dignity, no pride and no husband to name your children.'
She stand still, for almost half a minute. I could not hear a single word around me...and then she slowly turned back. ' Who the hell put my pride, my dignity in my vagina...who said, being a slut is bad? Knowing your needs, knowing what your body wants, if this is what being a slut means, then yes, I'll scream.... I'M a fucking SLUT. You know what, you are the one who is has nothing, you are the one who is nothing without me; you are just a peice of trash and have being leeching of to me ever since I BROUGHT YOU.