SHOWGIRL STRIPPER S LIFE

Jojo:

There are moments that shape the life of a person. Moments that can make or mar who you are, and who you forever will be. This, was mine.

My mother held me in her arms and told me stories. A rare peaceful evening. We all wanted such a normal evening to pass in such a peaceful way.

But the sound of footsteps interrupted it all.

The door, with a bang, was thrown open.

Mom's hands were shaking as she held me.

His eyes did not meet mine. He was too busy frowning at my mother. The look on his eyes instilled fear in me. I tilted my head to stare at my mother, I saw the dread in her eyes too.

"What are you still doing here? I thought I warned you to disappear before I return?" My father barked at her. His voice thundered, resonating from the walls of the room.

My mother kept her head down in silence.

He was drunk again.

From the darkness, female fingers polished with red paint clasped my father's shoulders. He gently stroked the hand of this strange woman，I had never seen him touch my mother like that. I stole my gaze away from my father and fixed it on the woman. Brown eyes, shaped like those of a cat leered at me, filled with so much contempt. The coldness caused me to look away. I turned back to my mother, she rose to her feet, my father's tall frame hovered above her.

"These little bastards are really just like your wife, Jesse. She really is as unattractive as you say she is." The strange woman looked provocatively at my mother and whispered softly into Dad's ear.

"Jesse, you're drunk." She said calmly,

"I may be drunk now, but I wasn't when I specifically asked you to take your filthy children away from my house!"

He threw her face to the right, I could hear my mother's neck snap - a soft, yet painful sound to hear.

" Leave me alone, woman! I've had enough of you in my house. Pack up your things and leave!"

She often said he loved her, but there was nothing loving about the way he yelled at her. I think mom was just self-soothing and protecting us.

I hated him, and every time he brought his fist down, my hatred deepened a little.

"Don't hit my mother, you monster!"

"You little bastard." He shouted.

Mama wasted no time in snapping her neck back into place. The fear in her eyes could not be mistaken for anything else. She shook her head vehemently as tears streamed down her eyes. She subconsciously pulled me to her back and stood in front of him.

“No. You- The rest of her words hung midair when my father's hands gripped her throat firmly.

I peeked from behind her.

My heart skipped a beat.

"You are the reason. The reason why I'm in this strange city right now, hiding in another pack. The reason we're outcasts. I wish I had left you to the Alpha. I mean, he was in love with you and I thought you were worth the fight! How stupid. I regret it all. By now, I would have been great in the pack, but I chose to be stupid and lose all that for you, and what have you done for me in return, huh?"

"That's right, you have given me nothing but problems and two silly brats!" His voice continued to echo around the room.

Mama's cries were becoming inaudible again. I rushed away from her back and tugged at the hem of his shirt. With one swift move, he flung me away from his body, sending my back towards the hard wooden floor. I sprang up immediately, at a loss for both words and actions. I ran towards the strange lady.

The strange woman eyed me furiously and seized her two fingers from my tiny grip.

"It was our decision, Jesse, we made the decision together, I did not force you into it!" My mother cried out.

"Oh! So now you've got guts huh? You fucking whore!"