People who do anything for attention are the lowest of the low, not caring who they hurt or what they do in order to become the star of the show. They demand attention through force, coercing by using their body, or even faking kindness to make people look at them. They get exactly what they want. And somebody else is always behind them in order to clean up their mess.
Having to clean up behind their mother is something a daughter shouldn’t have to do. Seeing various random men coming home, hearing all kind of sounds coming from behind closed doors, that stuff just builds up over time. People around the neighborhood would walk up to me and ask “If your mother free sometime tonight?”
It’s enough to drive you insane.
I calmly paced back and forth, the heel of my shoes lightly tapping on the bathroom tile flooring. The eerie mixed smell of bleach and lemon-scented floor cleaner burned my nostrils, quickly taking me back to the days I’ve spent cleaning up after this woman.
“Daniel, Rogers, Mr. Richards, and even my ex-boyfriend Alexander all had a piece of you. They all tasted and experienced the legend of the ‘Real-life Succubus.’”
Stopping right in my tracks, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a severed finger, bone exposed and still bleeding.
“Now, I have a piece of you.”
Copyright © 2020 by Luka Tatsujo