Bab 7: Chapter Seven
Warning: Disturbing Imagery and Language. Skip ahead if you find yourself uncomfortable.
The sun was rising in the sky when Dawn watched her mother leave the table to her bedroom, her door softly closing behind her exhausted back.
She never knew. Her mother had lived a hard life.
Claire Everhart was only four when she was taken from her alcoholic and abusive mother and placed into foster care. Bounced from home to home, her mother never had a stable life nor family to help her. Claire, very much like her Dawn's teenage self, always felt the world was unfair to her to give her a life like hers. She didn't make friends easily and her words many times were cutting as they left her mouth. In her senior year, her mother had been dropped in her last foster home located in New York City. They didn't pay attention to her and neither did she to them.
She had fallen in love with the loud and beautiful city. In that place she realized she didn't feel so alone and out of place as she had felt before. Claire had even made friends at her new school and she was finally leaving her angry shell behind.
Until one night.
Two months shy from graduation, her new girl friends and her had left to visit a new nightclub named Nightshade. They had all just turned 18 and wanted to experience the "adult" life. Drinks were bought under a fake ID and the next morning all Claire could remember was flashing lights, laughter, and then pain.
Her mother had awoke naked in a empty bedroom located in the back of the club. There was no one by her side, but the sore ache between her legs and the white reside left behind sent a chill up her spine.
Two months later, a week before Claire graduated, her worst fear came true.
She was pregnant.
At this point of the story, her mother had burst into tears clutching her chest. Dawn wanted to reach out and comfort her, but found she couldn't move from her seat. Transfixed by her mother's pain, her past, and her anguish. And also stopped by the realization that her mother could feel all these things just thinking about being pregnant, with her.
No child wants to hear or feel that they are their parent's greatest regret. And although Claire Everhart did not say it out loud, Dawn knew.
Sniffling, Claire somehow found the strength to continue.
After questioning the group of girl friends she went out with, they had mentioned that they had last seen her dancing with the club's owner: Shawn Smith.
Dawn tensed the moment she heard that name. An anguished scream threatened to fall but was quickly held back. Claire did not notice her daughter's reaction and went on.
Claire had gone back to Nightshade the next night, hiding her pregnancy stick in her bag. She finally found him in the corner booth, surrounded by a flock of beautiful women fluttering around him for his attention. Dressed in all leather, he oozed a alluring sexuality and power to the rest of them.
His eyes had been cold and dark as he looked at her. Refusing to talk to her privately, he had demanded she speak to him there and now or never at all. Anger had surged up in her mother at his response. Grabbing the pregnancy stick, she had threw it across the table at him.
Stunned at first, Shawn looked at the stick. Then he had burst into a laugh and with a terrible twisting expression, he ripped her mother apart with his words.
"You were just an easy lay, a nobody. Just a little whore who spread her legs for the first man she saw. I know your type, at first you're all sweet and willing. But in the end, you're just a gold digger willing to get pregnant with every man's kid just for the child support. Get out of here. And if I ever see you again, I'll throw you out myself. Pregnant or not."
Then two men dressed in black had appeared to drag her away. Her mother, embarrassed and shaken, threw out her last card.
"I'm going to abort it! Just watch! I'm going to have them scoop it out of me!"
Shawn didn't even flinch at her words. "Then do it. I don't care."
A silence fell over the room at the end of this part. Her mother's voice shook. "I-I wasn't going to Dawn. I really wasn't! I-I was just so angry. I would never had let you die, you were my child."
Dawn gave her mother a wooden smile and nodded for her to go on.
Her mother had left New York City that night, too emotional to know where she was going. Somehow, she had ended up in Snowfall, California. Social services never chased after her since she was already of age. But without even a high school degree, earning money was too difficult. In the end, she still had to survive. She also had a child to feed now too.
It was easy when you're young, to believe that selling yourself once would be enough. That you were desperate only that one time. In the end, Claire Everhart ended up living the words that Shawn Smith had once told her.
By now Dawn knew how the story continued from here. Claire Everhart became known as Snowfall's tramp, a woman willing to let any man between her legs for a price, raising a bastard child with no father.
"I'm tired now," Dawn's mother said. She didn't wait for her daughter to answer, just left to her room.
Knowing her mother's story now, Dawn could see why her mother lived the life she did. Fate, Dawn wondered to herself, was a finnicky bitch.
It can give you the most wonderous things in life: love, family, happiness, friendship. But it also had the power to rip it away from you and laugh at your face while you scream in agony.
Stretching from her seat, Dawn cracked all her sore muscles before she went to get a hour of sleep in before school started.
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Jenjen Well.....I'll just leave it here for now. :)
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