MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 4~ | PAST

~*CHAPTER 4*~

PAST

“ D on’t fucking bitch at me, Addison.”

I stare at my mother, cigarette in her mouth, hair in tangles, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The man she just serviced is passed out on her bed. He’s old and fat. I am guessing he’s also rich, by the looks of the suit that’s hanging over the back of a nearby chair. Why would any rich man feel the need to put himself anywhere near a woman like my mother? Heck, couldn’t he just order a bride or something?

“We have no food, again. You’ve spent all your money on drugs!”

I am arguing with my mother yet again because there’s no food in the house. Once again, she’s spent all our money on drugs. She grins at me, showing rotting teeth. “You don’t seem to complain about the drugs I buy, considering you make good use of them.”

“To avoid reality when your pimp decides he wants a piece of my ass!”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. Jasper is only giving you what you’re allowing him to give.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I shout, my voice high and angry.

“Yes, I’m fucking serious,” she says in a sing song voice.

Nothing is serious to her, nothing at all. She’s just an emotionless soul trapped in a beaten body.

“You know what, I am sick of trying to talk to you. I’ll go find my own way to get some food.”

“Use that pretty mouth, honey; the men will come running.”

I stare at her, completely horrified. “I hope you rot in hell, I really do.”

She smirks again. “If I’m goin’ to hell, honey, you’re comin’ with me.”

Stupid bitch. I lean down, gripping her purse and opening it. I toss the contents out until I find her stash of money right down the bottom. She thinks I don’t know that she keeps bits in there for herself. She lunges at me, screaming loudly as I fist the wad of cash and clench it tightly. Her fingernails slide down my skin as she grips my hair, clawing at me to try and force me to let it go. I slap her hard, and she goes stumbling back. She lunges again, though, ramming my middle section.

“Stupid little whore!” she yells.

“Learned from the best,” I growl, attempting to kick her off me once more.

“Whoa, whoa, ladies...”

We both see the fat, ugly man rising from the bed. His belly is hanging far over any parts that may, or may not be, present. I feel the need to throw up. He stands, pulling his pants on with heavy grunts. Then he walks over to the two of us, still squabbling over some cash.

“Jesus, never seen two women fighting like scrawny cats over some cash before. Here,” he says, thrusting a fifty at me.

I take the money, letting go of the bundle in my hand. My mother gathers it back up, snarling curses at me. I take a few steps back, clutching the fifty in my hand, not willing to give it back, so the fucker better not change his mind. He stares at me, clutching the money like it’s a matter of life or death.

“I’m not takin’ it back, girl,” he mumbles.

Then I hear him mutter, “Pathetic.” And that’s exactly how I feel right now, well, most days in fact.

Just pathetic.