My Monster

My Own Mother

She came in,

the front door opened with careful quietness,

I looked up as I saw her spin around without looking up and attempt to close the door with silence.

"No need to be quiet," I huff, turning off the television.

She flipped around, "Oh darlin' you almost gave me a heart attack!"

As she put her hand to her chest.

One look at her was all it took,

One look and I knew she lied about working overtime,

One look and I knew.

There was no meeting at work.

Her clothes were tangled together as the top buttons that were buttoned this morning,

hung freely, opening to her cleavage to the world,

as you saw the expensive, white lace to her bra,

Her skirt didn't look as neat as it did this morning, and it looked shorter than before,

Hair was deranged in one mop, 

The black from her mascara and eyeliner had made it's way down her cheeks,

Her lipstick- smeared.

Oh, mama.

"So," I sigh, "where were you?"

She rolled her eyes back as a smirk crept on her face,

"Oh Sky, he is so amaz-"

"You say that about every guy, Mom."

I rolled my eyes, "When are you going to grow up?"

She stared at me, "Shouldn't it be the other way around? Where I come home at two A.M.? I'm 17, repremanding my own mother!" I scream

My own mother...

My own mother...

My own mother...

And then I say it, "Don't you have any respect for dad?! Just because he's dead-"

Smack.

Pain rushed to my face.

I felt the heat absorb into my neck as it crept up to my cheeks.

There was a lump in my throat.

"Don't you bring your father into this."

I look at her in disbelief. 

My own mother...

My own mother...

My own mother...

"So, how much did he pay you?" I asked  before she looked at me and threw a hundred dollar bill at me.

"There's more where that came from" She whispered harshly as she stomped up the stairs.

"Oh, I'm sure there is..."