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Remi POV

The words "you're a slut just like mom" continued to echo in my mind like a haunting mantra. I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and anger. Just then, the kitchen door swung open and my mom stumbled in, reeking of alcohol and trailed by two older men who looked like they had one too many drinks. Her speech was slurred, and her eyes struggled to focus.

"Darling...hey, sweetie..." she mumbled, her voice trailing off.

I forced a smile, trying to hide my true feelings. "Hey, mom." I replied, my voice laced with a mix of sadness and resentment.

She barely acknowledged me, instead, she staggered towards her bedroom, dragging her companions along. I watched as they disappeared into her room, the sound of laughter and music filling the air.

My gaze drifted to the picture of my dad on the kitchen counter. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as memories came flooding back...

Three years ago...

I remembered the night my dad came home late, soaked to the bone, and reeking of despair. He had just lost his job and was hoping to find solace in his wife's arms. Instead, he found her in bed with three other men. The anger and betrayal in his eyes still haunted me. He tried to fight, but his body gave out, and he fell into a coma. Three days later, he was gone.

The memories faded, and I was back in the present, my heart heavy with emotions. I was supposed to hate my mom, but the truth was, my dad was never really there for me. He criticized my behavior, and sometimes, his anger turned physical, directed at my mom. Lilly didn't know any of this. She didn't know that she was a product of rape, a secret our mom kept hidden.

The tears I had been holding back finally fell, and I wept for the brokenness of our family, for the secrets and the pain that we all carried.

I stormed through the hallway, my feet heavy with anger. I had just cleaned up the pasta mess that Lilly had made, and my rage towards her was still simmering.

"Fucking Lilly," I muttered under my breath. "If she wasn't my sister, I would have killed her."

I passed by Mom's room, and the sounds of her happiness - or at least, what she thought was happiness - filled the air. Moans and groans echoed through the hallway, making my skin crawl.

"At least she's happy," I thought, my voice laced with sarcasm.

I continued down the hall, the sound of Lilly's music growing louder with each step. "Mother's Daughter" by Miley Cyrus blasted from her room, the lyrics mocking me with their cheerfulness.

I finally reached my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I collapsed onto my bed, my eyes fixed on the message from Damion on my phone.

Damion : just wanted to ask what kind of movie do you like

Moi : Not telling you, surprise me

You might be wondering why didn't I suggest a romance movie ,which might spice up the heat but I wasn't in the mood.

Damion : if you say so,so after school right?

Moi : maybe we could ditch last period , don't wanna have maths

Damion : ok, goodnight.

I ignored his text with a smile, feeling a flutter in my chest. Don't judge me, I was falling for him, despite his annoying innocence. His bright blue eyes and chiseled features made my heart skip a beat, but his wholesome attitude grated on me. I mean, who actually enjoys cartoons and doesn't swear? Yet, I found myself skipping class and getting high with him, just to feel alive.

But then there's Jake... sigh Jake, with his piercing brown eyes and brooding smile, was a different story altogether. He wasn't innocent, and that drew me in like a moth to flame. I might be falling for him, hard.

I checked my group chat, and they were discussing 18+ stuff, but I wasn't in the mood to join in. I scrolled through Sasha's group, and no one had commented on her adorable cat video. Poor Sasha.

After my night bath, I slathered my skin care products on, massaging the moisturizer into my skin with slow, circular motions, feeling the tension melt away. My fingers traced the curves of my face, applying a generous amount of serum, and finally, I slipped into bed, ready to forget the drama of the day.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring....

Tomorrow arrived, and I was inexplicably excited to see the movie with Damion, even though our plans were still hours away. I spent the morning deliberating on what to wear to school, finally settling on a red mini skirt and a white crop top, paired with black boots and a matching bag.

As I got ready, I carefully applied my makeup, highlighting my features with a swipe of mascara and a dash of lip gloss. My room, however, was a different story altogether. Clothes scattered everywhere, makeup strewn across my dresser, and books piled haphazardly on my floor. I never bothered to tidy up, too caught up in my own world to care.

After a quick call with Michelle, instructing her to wear the outfit we had planned and to pick me up, I headed downstairs to find my mom making breakfast. Lilly attempted a smile, but I just rolled my eyes, the hurt from yesterday's argument still fresh.

"Hey, mom, what's for breakfast?" I asked, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes," she replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Lilly chimed in, "Perfect morning breakfast!"

But I just ignored her, the words "you're a slut, just like mom" still echoing in my mind. My mom seemed oblivious to the tension, her happiness from last night's escapades still radiating from her pores.

"So, mom, I'll be late today, got some plans after school," I said, dishing out my breakfast and taking a bite.

"Oh, okay dear, I'll be late too, got a meeting at work," she replied, her smile faltering for a moment before she regained her composure.

"So, how was last night, I mean, with the two men...what happened in your bedroom?" I asked, flashing my mom a sly smile. Lilly's eyes widened, clearly unaware of the moans I had heard.

"Fun, really needed that," my mom replied, her smile hinting at a secret.

"Remi, did some men come here yesterday?" she asked, but I just shrugged, not bothering to respond.

"Is something wrong with you two? You guys aren't chatty as usual," my mom said, just as we heard a car engine pull up outside. Seconds later, a knock at the door broke the tension.

I quickly got up to answer it, revealing Michelle looking stunning in a tight, black dress that accentuated her curves and made her bust appear even bigger. The dress hugged her body perfectly, showcasing her toned legs and arms.

"The tattoo!" I exclaimed, pointing to her cleavage. "It's fake, remember?" she said with a wink.

"We're getting new ones today, real ones," I said, leading her inside. She flashed my mom a bright smile.

"Damm girl, I wish I had that body at your age," my mom said, but Lilly just rolled her eyes. What's her problem?

To my surprise, Michelle and Lilly started chatting like old friends, bonding over some shared interest. "Michelle, let's go!" I said, dragging her out of the house before things got too awkward.

As we left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the day ahead, leaving the drama and tension behind, at least for now.

As we pulled into the school parking lot, Michelle's compliment still lingered in my mind. "Your boobs look extra today," she had said, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence.

When, we stepped out of the car, all eyes were on us. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the scene, and I couldn't help but feel like a celebrity. Our heels clicked on the pavement in unison, our hips swaying in rhythm as we made our way towards the school entrance.

Our asses bounced in perfect sync, drawing admiring glances from the gathered students. I felt like a million bucks, my confidence soaring with each step. Michelle and I were a force to be reckoned with, and everyone knew it.

As we entered the school, people stared at us, and Michelle looked like she was about to wilt. I whispered to her to stand tall, and we kept walking. But before we could take another step, Sasha dragged us into an empty classroom.

"Heard you created another group chat, Remi, why?" she sneered.

I shrugged. "Just for fun, I guess."

Sasha turned to Michelle. "You, I took you from the nerd group and now you're hanging out with this new fake bitch. We never liked you, only took you in because of your dad's wealth."

I shouted, "Shut up, Sasha!"

She shot back, "You're a whore!"

The insult stung, but I couldn't let her see me flinch. By now, students were gathering outside the classroom, their phones held up to record the fight.

"A whore?" I repeated. "Because your boyfriend is hung up on me and wants to feel me, or because I'm prettier than you?"

Sasha's face turned red with rage, and she slapped me hard. I slapped her back, and we ended up in a hair-pulling, cloth-dragging fight.

Just as things were getting out of hand, Jake and Damion appeared and separated us. Sasha dragged Jake into a forced kiss, gave me the finger, and stormed off. Jake looked disgusted, winked at me, and left. Damion smiled and whispered, "You're gonna enjoy the movie," and left too.

As the crowd dispersed, I noticed Amelia, the girl I had bumped into yesterday, approaching me. "Hi, I love your makeup," she said.

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"

She hesitated. "Just wanted to warn you that Sasha is trouble, and you should stay away from her. Also, I'm recruiting for the science team..."

I cut her off, scoffing. "Bitch, not interested. And next time you come near me, I'll pinch that little pimple on your chest, flat ass."

By the way, where was Michelle?

I pushed the Amelia away and went to the bathroom to ease myself. As I opened the stall door, I was surprised to see Michelle and Jake in a compromising position. Michelle was naked, and Jake was fucking  her with his finger .

"What the heck?" I shouted, feeling a surge of jealousy.

Jake smiled at me and whispered, "It could be your turn tonight, we could even go further." With that, he left the bathroom.

Michelle quickly got dressed, and I hooked her bra for her.

"Girl, why?" I asked, still trying to process what I had just seen.

"I thought I could explore my feelings with boys now," Michelle said innocently.

"I like Jake," I admitted.

Michelle smiled. "I'll stick to Damion, but you can have Jake."

"I like him too," I said, "So stay away from them or I hate you, Michelle. You can follow Derek."

"They're ugly as hell," I teased.

Michelle nodded, and we left the bathroom together, holding hands like the close friends we were.

My first period was art, while Michelle had English. I bid her farewell and headed to the art class, where I arrived two minutes late.

The teacher glared at me, her expression stern. "You're tardy," she said, her voice firm.

Her gaze then shifted to my pierced nipple, and her eyes narrowed. "And what's with that...accessory?" she asked, her tone disapproving.

I flashed her a bright smile, unfazed by her scrutiny. In my mind, I thought, "Why does she care? She's just a old grandma who hasn't gone through puberty, probably never had a boyfriend in her life, and smells like mold."

"Sit," she said, pointing to the chair between Jake and Damion.

I sauntered over, my hips swaying with each step, and my smile never wavering. I was determined to make both Jake and Damion notice me.

I sat down, my eyes locking with Jake's, then shifting to Damion's. My plan was to make Jake jealous for his earlier encounter with Michelle, and to get Damion's attention too.

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