Red Pumps prolouge

i remember when i was young and my mom( looks into the camera) she use to come home smelling like sex and cheap wine...i remember when all we had to eat in the refrigarator was baking soda and box wine...i use to sell my body for a descent meal when i was 13.

" mom!...mom! i said looking thourgh the house.

" oh...sweetie sweetie" my mom said hurriedly covering herself, she was on her knees and it was a weird man sitting in a chair quickly zipping up his pants.

" hey! lady you didn't tell me you had kids" he said taking his breif case and getting up to leave.

my mom cradled her head in her hands.

" what the fuck do you want ann thats the second guy this week i told you to knock!" she said lighting a cigerette.

" i'm sorry mom i just wanted to tell you i got a A on my math test" i said holding up the fragile paper that was tightly clinched in my hand.

" come here" she said waving me down. she then took the paper out of my hand and teared it up.

" your gonna let one little peice of paper keep you from the real world" she said squeezing my arm.

" ow mom your hurting me" her used and abused clevage was know uncovered and i couldn't bear to see her like this.

" look here little missy what you just saw me doing a minute ago is the real world get with it or get lost" she said throwing my arm causing me to fall to the floor.

" you here me" she said lighting the cigerette again.

i nodded " now next time i have company knock or thats your ass" she said getting up.

" i'm gonna take a shower i feel filthy...go next door and see what mrs.leslie is cooking will ya" she said throwing me a nickle.

" yes ma'am " i nodded with salty wet tears coming from my eye without my consent.

i like mrs.leslie she always understood my situation and never judged me. i arrived to her huge oak door, and knocked.

" hey there's my girl... i was waiting for you" she said giving me a big huge her huge boobs hit me in the face mrs.leslie tricked with my mother and made more money then my mother because she joined one of them escort services, because while my mother spent her money on achol and drugs mrs.leslie spent hers on plastic surgery she literally looked like a walking barbie doll.

" you hungry hun" she said opening her frige.

" no ma'am" i said holding my stomach.

" pssh " she said " i can practically here your stomach all the way from over here...i'll heat you up some pizza.

she said throwing an old pizza box on the corner i then sat down on her pink plushy couch.

" what you wanna watch some tv" she aid throwing me the remote.

" i-ya-ya i tell you that mother of yours" she said grabbing my face.

" how can she let a pretty girl like you suffer" mrs.leslie said sighing.

don't get me wrong i was pretty but the pale despairation in my eye's brought that down my brown hair that could have been rich and chocolatty was dull and doo doo brown my big round cheeks that could have been reddish ballons where tattered dirty panckes and my eyes my beautiful eyes that could have been honey hazel was, dirty lemon. my mile nourisment and mother had done this to me.

" mrs.leslie...why are you so nice to me" i said looking up with a puzzled face. she then came and sat on the side of me.

" truth is honey" she said rubbing my hair.

" mrs.leslie can't have children all that plastic surgery then bascially made my female internal organs plastic to, so you can be my child as long as i'am living" she said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

i believed mrs.leslie could have any man she desired and ofcourse they was knocking down her door but mrs.leslie was into fairytale's she always wanted everything to be right the first time so when she fell in love she wanted it to be with someone she was gonna spend the rest of her life with.

" now go home to your mother it's getting late and give her this" she said handing me some pizza.

" okay mrs.leslie.

as i came my mother was going she had on a red skin tight dress that she couldn't fit anymore and some cheap perfume on.

" hey sweetie i'm gonna be gone for a few hours so..." she said looking around like she was in a hurry.

" okay bye" she said kissing me on my cheek. i wiped it off in disguist.

i sat in the house staring at the door for 4 hours and then the door finally opened but it wasn't my mother it was the guy from when i got home.

i ran to the corner.

" no little girl don't be scared is your mother here" he said walking towards me his glasses and receding hair line made him kind of look like woody allen he was sweaty and red.

" what do you want! " i screamed.

" nothing little girl is your mother here"

"..." i didn't say anything he then smiled.

" why are you smiling" i said scooting more into the corner.

" well little girl your momma stole some money from me this morning and i just had a great idea you should pay for her debt" he then grabbed me and started fondleing my non-existent breast i screamed "mrs.leslie!", he then pulled a knife from our counter" now be quiet you little fuck" he then went between my legs as i closed my eyes. he stuck his hand between my inner thighs and started to caress them i couldn't beleive what was happening i was only 8 a tear fell from my face and  then all asudden mrs.leslie came busting thorough the door.

"beth! you okay i think i heard a scream" she said i could hear the concern in her voice the guy then held my mouth.

" shut up he said not moving his mouth"

" beth! ann!" mrs leslie called out some more i then could hear her come closer.

" mrs.leslie no!" i screamed and before i knew it i felt a wet liquid come across my face. i then slowly opened my eyes and lying at my foot was mrs.leslie with blood coming from her thoart.

" oh shit man" the man said grabbing his hair and holding his head tight.

" look what you made me do!" he screamed at me. mrs.leslie was on the floor moaning and agony i tried to go to her but the killer just pointed the knife at me, he then stabbed mrs.leslie repeatedly telling her to shut the fuck up under his breath he then heard cars coming and dropped the knife and ran out the back.

i stood there stunned i went to mrs.leslie who was know unrecognizable... and pulling in the driveway was indeed my mom.

Grown ann then crosses her legs and looks at the camera she indeed is a fine lady with no sense of sadness written across her face.

" are we finished"  she then grabs her coat.

" i guess we can continue this tomarrow" said the therapist witha harse look on his face.