Getting answers

We raced up the stairs after Mark, giving him enough time to deposit my incapacitated mother onto Tiffany's bed. That's where she made all her videos, and that's where mom was eventually going to be **** by all of us. Yes, me included. I started to feel emboldened by all that was happening to my mom. I even laughed and giggled with the other girls about all we could do to her.

We walked into Tiffany's room, and there was my mom, spread out on the bed, still fully clothed. A look of terror was in her eyes. "What is it you girls want from me?"

"Answers!" I suddenly yelled. "Tell me the truth about my dad! No more lies, mom. No more lies! I'm sick of being lied to!"

Tiffany interjected. "Yes, tell her the truth. Because I love this girl like a sister, and I'm tired of seeing her walk around in pain and fear because she's been lied to by her own mother! Out with it, bitch. Or I'll cut a piece of clothing off of you for every lie you've told her with these!" She produced a nasty looking pair of sharp scissors. "What's it going to be? Tell the truth, or go home with no clothes on?"

Tiffany's words even caught me off guard. She loved me like a sister? It made me feel special, and loved to hear her say that. It made me feel unafraid. All mom ever did was order me around, and make me afraid of everything. But now she was the one who was afraid, and I was going to get to the bottom of things. Meanwhile, Stacy was doing her thing with the camcorder, making sure she caught all the action on video.

My mom gulped, and panted for air. "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know what his real name is. I know the name on my birth certificate isn't real. Nobody's dad is named John Doe."

"You're right" said mom. "I was trying to protect him. I was only fourteen, and he was older. I told the authorities, and my parents I'd been ****, and I had no idea who it was that **** me. Lisa, I've been living a lie all this time, and it made me bitter toward all men. I had help with that bitterness. Your grandma made sure of that." Tears began to form in her eyes. "I loved him, but I knew we could never be together." She took a deep breath. "His real name is Brad Dowey. That's all I can tell you. I didn't keep in touch with him, because I knew it was best if I didn't. I'm sorry for lying to you, and for lying to myself. I'm sorry, because I see I took it all out on you when I should have loved you more."

"Brad Dowey. I know that name!" exclaimed Tiffany. "He owns a club on the other side of town. It's a very popular place. He actually helps preserve the peace on that side of town. Wow! If he's your dad..." Tiffany's mind was in overdrive, and I knew she was planning something. Exactly what, I didn't know. But whatever it was, we were all going to be in on it. "This could be bigger than Tag!" She sat down on the bed next to my mom. "But first things first" she started unzipping my mom's capris. "We're all going to show you what you've been missing all these bitter years. We gotta get you ready to meet Lisa's dad!"