MONTI'S RAGE versus MONTI'S LOVE.

Monti ran towards the one-square-meter house in which her mother lived, not with the feeling of joy but of pain and rage. As she ran towards her mother's door, she could perceive the stinky smell of the garbage in front of the house; she was used to that smell.

Monti didn't expect all the scenes that her mother had created, feeling the frustration rushing out of her body; she wished that it could split her into two whole parts. Then she remembered again what her mother had done.

'Mom,' she muttered.

She had been trying to keep her patience at first, hoping that what she had seen on various media platforms wasn't true. She knocked a second time, feeling her mum's presence on the other side of the door; she knew she was leaning towards the door already.

'Mom, I know you are there, open the door!'

'I am sorry, Monti, I know you must have seen it,' she said, bursting out in tears.

She knew her mother wasn't prepared for a quarrel; in fact, her mum was the timid type, always crying over little matters. It is always a surprise for her that her mother's behavior is just too wide for such a feeble-hearted woman. She could feel pity inside for her mom, but she wouldn't. It is all too late to pity a negligent and incautious woman.

'Open this fucking door right now, or I will break it open and it will fall on your face,' she shouted.

She could only hear more cries. She wasn't ready to fall under any deception. Sharon, Monti's mother, opened the door. Her eyes looked straight into her daughter's blue eyes, but she quickly looked away. Monti walked in, looking at her mother's face in anger.

'I never knew you were such a shameless woman. Why?" Her voice broke. "Why did you do that to me, mom? Mark was my boyfriend,"

she cried.

"I am very sorry, Monti. I never knew he was your boyfriend; I thought you said he was your friend."

'And so, mom, even if it were true. Yes, he is my friend, yet you could travel an extra mile to sleep with your daughter's friend. Oh, mom! why?.'

'Stop, Monti, stop!' she said, breaking down in tears. 'He was the one who approached me. I asked about you, and he said you were just colleagues.

He said he loved me and wanted me more than he wanted anybody in his whole life. What could I have done? I have no one in my life. I thought it would be good if I keep him to myself for a while.'

'Wow! keep a young guy that is a little bit older than your daughter ? That's the dumbest decision that you have ever made . I am sure you wouldn't want to explain that kind of story to a deaf person as well. Is that one of your pitiful stories? You should have married your fiancé fifteen years ago instead of walking around, opening your wide legs to a tiny bald man, yes, like a slut,' she said angrily.

'Oh! You hurt me, Monti. I am your mother, regardless. Shouldn't you consider that,why do you call me a slut ?'

'you are pained because I called you a slut . You hate the truth so much you wouldn't want to admit to your wrongs .Yeah, Mom, you can continue dating him because that's what you've always wanted since you set your filthy eyes on him the first time. And the black boy with a big bald head and two yellow decayed teeth could have the boldness to sleep with his girlfriend's mother.' She cried

'Wow, (she sighed), it isn't your fault, though. Had it been, I could have set my eyes on him ever since I saw the video. I would have put him in his place where he deserves, with the animals in the dungeon.' she continued.

She suddenly stopped to look at her mother's face; she could see bruises all over her right cheek. She realized her mother might have been slapped in the face again, and she knew who would have done that.

"Who did this to your face?" Monti asked.

"Leave me alone, Monti. The physical bruises are more endurable than the inner bruises I have sustained. You hurt me with your words, for they are like tiny long pins nailed into a big tree."

"I wouldn't have had a choice, did I? You are such a stupid, feeble-minded woman who would fall for a deceitful, big-balled and timid young man," she laughed. "Did Kylie do this to you?" she asked.

"No, Kylie would never do that; it was your father!"

"My dad? Why and when?" Looked, confused, she looked around to see if a few of his luggage were there. And perhaps,I am still looking for a way to deal with that your friend.' She clasped.

'Your dad didn't come to stay; he saw what happened on line , tried to question me, and slapped my face. He asked about you; I didn't know what you were into, so I couldn't answer him.

'That's so bad; you didn't know what your daughter was doing. She's still in school, Mom, preparing to write her final exams to gain admission into college. You didn't tell him that his daughter fends for herself, working at a coffee shop from five till nine o'clock at night, yet still fends for her mother. It seems that man still loves you . He wouldn't have come from afar just to slap your face.'

Sharon noticed her daughter was finally calm and walked towards her to apologize for her actions.

'I am sorry, Monti; I never intended to do that to you. The boy lured me into sex with him; I never intended to do that.'

'Monti pushed her aside slightly 'Lured you? How would a young man lure a grown woman into sex with him? Instead of you looking for a young man to date ,why don't you return back to your fiancee ?He isn't married another woman ever since his wife died, you know?'

Sharon wasn't interested in such discussion.

' Well ,how did that happen?' Monti asked.

'What?' Sharon asked.

' Mom,I am not joking with you ,you know what I am talking about !' She shouted.

'He came to my room at night, intending to spend the night at our house. I offered him a drink. I didn't know how it happened; he asked for more bottles while I also drank a few.

It all started when he put out his phone, intending to pick up a call. I never knew it was a video call; he was drunk, and I picked it up. I never knew it would turn out this way; he began to touch me at first. I thought we were having fun, but it didn't turn out as we intended; his friend recorded everything.'

'Do you know him , I mean your young lover's friend ? And how did he lure you? Wasn't it willingly?'

'I don't know his friend. I am so sorry, Monti; maybe I shouldn't have said he lured me . Right now, I just feel pity for the young boy. I could still face my fears; I am used to it. They call me a street slut just like you do. I just don't know how the boy will live with such public embarrassment.' She lamented .

'I wouldn't feel any pity for him.Do you know what I personally will have to go through at school? The young boy will soon get over it,but my name is always attached to yours, and people will always relate you to me.

She began sobbing profusely and continued, 'But I tell you what, mom, I would never desire to be like you.'

'I am sorry, Monti; this I can't help myself with. I have been living like this since before you were born.Maybe I was born a slut and not a normal person like you." She cried too.

'No one is born a slut mom ,stop deceiving yourself . you know what? I never prayed to be like you mom , never," she said.

Monti cried, running outside in rage and frustration. She didn't expect that her mother could involve herself in despicable things; it was only her mother who stood with her. She felt the frustration rushing out of her body, wishing that it could split her in two.She wanted to feel like a baby again: innocent and lovely, trusting the first person to feed her breast milk, holding firmly to those big fingers. She wished she could have only been birthed by an animal. She ran a long mile to reach her school, satisfied with pushing out all the salty sweat of pain from her body. Her body was tired, but her soul wasn't; she was in rage over herself.

Sharon watched her daughter run outside in rage . She felt pity for her once more but she couldn't just help herself.

'Nor do I want you to be like me Monti. I might start to admire the life you are living already.' Sharon lamented.