A Slave For You.

Chapter Five - If I'm not back in time, come look for me.

    As we pulled in front of the house, I thought I'd fainted right then and there. The house that I sat in front of years ago, bawling my eyes out with my swelling belly, because I couldn't believe I'd gotten thrown out, looked the exact same. The only difference was the overgrown grass on the front lawn and the peeling paint. For some reason, that gave my heart an ounce of satisfaction. That ounce of satisfaction helped me with my next move, which was getting out of the vehicle.

    "I'll be right back. If I'm not back in time, come look for me." I instructed, looking around at them all. They gave me suspicious looks, as to be wondering why would they need to come and get me and I understood that, but I couldn't tell them.

    With squared shoulders, I neared the front door, which desperately needed a new paint job. When I was close enough, I raised my fist and knocked hard. Thomas' car wasn't here and I mentally thanked God for that. That was one less person to deal with. 

    The door swung open. I wasn't sure why I expected my mother to look the exact same way, but I sure got a dose of reality when I saw grey streaks running freely through her hair and bags, upon bags sitting beneath her red, beady eyes.

    "Who the fuck are you?" The harsh words left her mouth and I flinched, because as much distance as we had between one another, the alcohol on her breath hit me like a pile of bricks.

    "I-I'm your.." I stopped short. Her hard stare was making me nervous. I closed my eyes. "I'm your daughter." I quickly sputtered and then reopened my eyes.

    "Ken?" She asked, her eyes narrowing to slits.

    I swallowed. "Ken." I nodded. 

    Suddenly, she was laughing.. humorlessly, might I add. "Thomas! Look who came to visit us." She called. "Your slut!" She basically sneered this piece as she glared holes through me. "Came to drop an eight year old child on my husband, Ken?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. 

    I choked on my saliva. "Y-you married him?!" I managed out. "Ma, he's no good for you! What part of what I told you didn't you get?! He ra-" Right when I was about to fully explode on her, he showed up, causing the words to die right on my lips.

    He stood behind her, snaking his arm around her waist. "Who's she?" He asked, nuzzling my mother's neck. I realized now that both of them stunk of alcohol.

    I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to rip Thomas' throat out. Seeing him now only made me sick and angry. He ruined me and he had the nerve to ask who I was. I didn't mind the fact that he forgot, if he really did. I wouldn't have been surprised if he intentionally did that.

    "Fucking Kendra." I spat, nearly peeling off my lip with my teeth. "Look, I only came for one thing and then I'm gone." I told them before heading inside. Only thing is, mom blocked my way. 

    "You kept it?" She accused, staring straight into my eyes. 

    I didn't have to think for a second to know what she meant. "Yes. I had him." I told her, not appreciating the fact that she referred to my son as an "it". And with that, I pushed past them both and marched inside.

    As I walked past the living room, I wasn't surprised to see all of the beer cans that littered the floor and the cigarette buds. I just shook my head and kept walking down the hall, straight to my old room. When I got in, I stood and looked around. Nostalgia hit me so hard that I nearly collapsed. It was that serious. 

    I noticed a hole in the wall. It wasn't big, it wasn't small. However, the memories that came along with it were unpleasant and I suddenly didn't want to be in there any longer. So, with as much speed as Usain Bolt, I dashed to my closet to find my "important file". It was the file that I kept everything in. My mother didn't care enough to keep them safe, so I did, myself. I grabbed them from over head and hugged them to my chest, smiling to myself as I thought about all of my accomplishments in one folder.

    As I spun around, I nearly fell back inside the entire closet as I walked right into Thomas' chest. I gasped with wide eyes and basically scurried back. He wore an evil smirk and I nearly gagged as I took all of him in. His singlet had multiple stains of alcohol, leaving brownish spots. He looked like he hadn't shaved in forever and his breath was kicking. 

    "Please move." I demanded, but even to me, my "demand" sounded like a plea. 

    "Look what we got here.." He trailed with a sinister smile. "You've grown into such a beautiful young woman." He started to bite his lips. Oh God. "How's my son?" He cocked his head to the side. Then, his hands weren't by his side anymore. One held onto the closet's door frame and the other trailed along my cheek. I recoiled, trying to step back even further. His hand dropped further from my face, to my neck, causing my breathing to get ragged.

    As his hand trailed from my neck and further down, something within me impelled me to do what I did next. I kneed him straight into his private area and as he automatically bent and clung to his jewels for dear life, I kneed him again.. this time right in the face. The groan that left his lips gave me so much satisfaction that I even took it upon myself to kick him once more.

    And with that, I scurried out of there. But, I scurried with the utmost pride. I strolled straight past my mother, but not without looking her dead in the eyes and saying, "I think you'd better check on your husband a.k.a my child's father." I meant saying the last piece, even though it mentally made me cringe, but I did it just to get beneath her skin and by the look on her face, I most definitely did. "And can you even have any more of those?" I smirked, feeling the satisfaction bubble up inside of me. "Because the only one you ever did have.. is about to permanently walk out of your life." I told her before I did just that and it felt so good.