There's a knock at your bedroom door...

You hear a knock and you open your eyes. You hear it again, a knock at your bedroom door. You check the time on your phone. Fuck it's 4am and I feel like I've had about an hour's sleep. You sit up rubbing your eyes. I really hope that fucking creep isn't about to try it on with me.

"Em" you hear your mum's voice from behind the door. "Em can I come in?"

What does she want? "Ok, come in, jesus mum it's 4am! What is it?"

The door opens and your mum walks in, closes it behind her and sits on your bed. She looks fucking awful. "Em, I'm sorry about earlier"

"Ok just dont bring strange guys round, I dont feel safe with creeps in the house." you say it gently this time. You can't help but pity her.

"Sorry, I understand. Mick's OK though, you don't have to worry about him. He's been helping me out lately, with money and stuff. But listen, Em, I need your help".

Here it is. "what is it?" you ask, but you really dont want to know.

"I'm supposed to be at the pub in 1 hour. Got to clean the place from 5 till 8. Em, I just can't do it, I feel so ill. But I've let them down already this week and if I don't go today I'm gonna get fired. And without that wage we're in the shit. We're already behind on rent".

"Mum, for fuck's sake, you knew you had work. Why'd you get so hammered?"

She ignores the question. "Look, here's the keys. You're gonna have to go do it for me. It's easy, just mop the floors, hoover the carpets, empty the bins, and just clean anything else that looks dirty. You'll be done in time to get to uni".

"Mum, that's not fair, I've got a lot on already. I've..." you get cut off.

"Em, don't fucking start with what's fair. You think it was fair your dad fucked me and then fucked off, leaving me to bring up his kid? You think it's fair that I work my arse off while you swan around going to fucking university" she puts on an awfull posh accent when she says the word, taunting you.

You sense tears welling behind your eyes, then you feel one escape and run down your cheek. You love her, but you hate her too. "I work too mum, I'm trying to get more hours at the cafe but..." again you're cut off.

"It's about time you got a proper job, full time, and forget about bastard uni. We're gonna go under if we dont get some fucking money coming in and I can't support you, you're meant to be a fucking adult!" she stands up.

"Fine, give me the keys, I'll do it." You snatch the keys off her and stand, wiping your eyes. Sniff, you try not to show her that you're crying, and start to walk out onto the landing.

Your mum stops you. "Wait, Em."

You stop and look back at her.

"Mick's asleep on the sofa so put some fucking clothes on, yeah? I can practically see your fanny in them shorts."

You're such a bitch.