Stripped

Episode 5

'Rightt….' I said. I don't trust this b***h one bit

'What your problem? You seem very bothered' she asked with a smile on her face

'Am not bothered. I just wanna be alone' I said

'What is your problem? Whenever I am around you always seem kind of threatened' she said

'More like the other way round' I said in my head rolling my eyes

'Elanor, jealously is a normal trait to have' she said

'Yeah ok whatever, can you go now?' I asked shrugging

'You don't have to be rude' she said touching her hair

'Sorry, but I really need some time to myself' I said and turned around to face the mirror again

'Do you have daddy issues?' she said

My heart started beating hard and I gulped. 'From when she said, I saw red'

'Excuse me' I shouted. My hands closed in fists and I crouched forward, daring her to repeat her question

'What did you just say?' I asked 

'I don't know? You just seem like the type of girl that comes from a broken home. Am I wrong darling? Did I push a button?' 

'You are probably damaged goods then' she said

I don't know what came over me but as soon as she muttered those words with her patronizing smile, I punched her face making her stumble back

'I can't believe you punched me' she shouted he chest heaving up and down rapidly

'Am so sorry, I don't know what came over me' I said shocked as well

'You are gong to regret this, mark my words' she creamed and ran out making me frightened

I cant believe that! I am not a violent person..

 stared at my reflection, scanning every part of my stern face

The triggering question' Do you have daddy issues?' reopened a can of bad experiences...Experiences I have tried to conceal for years

It didn't take long for me to start recollecting the negative aspects of my life. The life as a stripper

How long will I be here? 

Will I move onto better things?

Is this all I have to offer?

'Oh God, what have I become?'

THREE WEEKS AGO

It was a late night in Chicago. Unfortunately I lived in the most corrupted sides. Drugs, violence, s****l assault, theft, you name it! Any twisted thing possible had happened here in which I most certainly wasn't proud of

Since my neighbourhood is statically one of the worst areas to live in America. Sadly for me, I had no other option...I had no choice

In order to pay the house rent, I had to go out and work late shifts at some sleazy bar which was filled with irrational people

Working late paid a few extra dollars more than day shifts. But being that, the salary still wasn't enough to pay house rent, buy decent food and nice clothes

I always knew living alone would never be easy. However, day by day my circumstances kept getting worse. You might be wondering how  got myself into this predicament and what happened to my family

Well...My father walked out when I was twelve and left me with my mum to fend for ourselves. His explanation was that he was tired of living in that condition and wanted his freedom back. 

He would come home late everyday reeking of alcohol and would blame us for our living condition as an excuse of his poor behaviour

Deep down, my mom knew that he had another woman Turns out she had read texts messages on his phone and when she asked him he tried acting dumb

Later on he ended up admitting he was in love with that woman when he found out she was pregnant and he left us never coming back. He never called, never sent letters...It was like he disappeared off the face of the earth

Five years later I decided to search his name on social media and surprisingly found him on f*******: looking happier than ever with his wife and little girl

Every time I thought of how he left me for another family would make my heart ache badly. At first I din't know what to say, I was confused, angry and full of envy

Even though he wasn't perfect we did have a close relationship apart from his confliction with my mother. Now that girl in the photo is enjoying everything  that my father is giving her... when realistically, it should be me..

Its not fair why am I the fatherless one? Why do I have to be the one to receive questions from peers asking where my father is? What's so special about that girl in the picture?

What was wrong with us? I distressingly thought to myself...What was wrong with momma and I?

I thought of texting him but was too scared of rejection. Looking at him and his family really did break me inside

I didn't show my mum the photo because I knew it would break her too. I didn't want to see her in pain again...

It didn't take long before my mum had someone new. His name was Earl, an accountant that earned great income. HIs salary didn't matter much however it did help us a lot!

We were financially stable and most of all, he mended my mother's broken heart. They fell in love and he eventually moved in

I was so happy to finally see my mother smiling again and it she deserved it for all the pain she had been through

I liked Earl, sometimes... he helped my mom with the bills but then he became quite intrusive. I thought everything was normal until he thought t was acceptable to.. treat me like a woman

To make it short.. that dirty disgusting old man did nasty things to me which have left me scarred till this very day. I HATE HIM!

I hate him for stealing my innocence and robbing my childhood. I remember coming from school getting excited to up load my sill videos but because of him..

All that changed

Home soon became a place of darkness that I wanted to avoid at all costs. It took me a lot to confess to mother about Earl. What held me back was how my mum had become happy after all those years when the incident had happened and I didn't want her to feel like that again. 

But enough was enough, I couldn't take it anymore

I told mother how he would sneak into my room every night and do things to me and of coarse he denied and called me a liar saying he would do no such thing