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CHAPTER: 17 SOBS AT NIGHT
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IS IT MY FAULTthat I still crave love from someone too pure to even exist in this world? I look on the other side as my customer wears her dress and bids goodbye. The urge to see Agustina overwhelms my desire as I fought against it.
"Javier." I sigh getting irritated by how loud my mother's voice can be. I straighten the bed sheet crease and walk into her room where I find her busy counting the money she got from the customers.
She, herself is a prostitute. She is a highly demanded one if any politician, musician, or entertainment industry people need sperm dumping and they know she will always be available and it's because she also gets a heavy amount from other rivals to fetch information. On both sides, she wins.
"Why do you need me here?" I ask her.
She lifts her eyes and settles them on mine. "Wanted to see my son, can't I?"
I abruptly laugh humorously. "Are you kidding me? When did you ever try something good for me? Never."
She gives out a taut smile. "I heard a girl repeatedly comes and pays a high amount just to see you, only you. Who is that girl that made my golden boy's heart melt?" The only symbol we both match are our eyes, the golden hue surrounding the brown orbs but due to the light color of brown the yellow dominates and so, people see yellow eyes.
"None of your f**king business, mama. Stop interfering in my life. Let me be. You are getting money, so stuff them deep inside your throat and shut your mouth." In a quick movement, she stands in front of me, and with a raise in her hand, she slaps me.
"That girl is distracting you, use her till all her money labels as yours. Then, throw her away like a swat on your hand. I don't want to turn this brothel into a romance parlor, Francisco and we both know what will be the output if any one of us outsmarts the other?"
I glare at her with pure hatred mirroring my heart. "I f**cking hate you, mama. I wish I would have been dead by the time I was pulled out of your vagina!" I yell not bothering to wipe out my tears. "You've never tried to give me what I always wanted, when I asked for an education, you taught me these rituals without bothering to pay attention to what that f**cking twelve years old boy needed. You're a monster a f**king monster."
My chest heaves up and down as I cautiously watch her facial expression, nothing changed except a slight pinch of her pointed nose blaring its nostrils which means she is annoyed and nothing more or less. Literally un mal*ito c*ño.
