You go up to your flat

You head up the stairs to your flat. The door's unlocked so you go straight in.

"Mum? I'm home" you call out.

"Yeah..." you hear from the living room. You can hear the TV. Better go and say hello to the old bitch. You walk into the livingroom. Your mum is laying on the sofa. You see a half empty bottle of white wine next to her. Jesus it stinks in here. The contrast between this shit hole and Matt's house is jarring.

"Hey mum" you say with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. "I cleaned the pub this morning. No one saw me so they won't know you didn't make it. When you next working?"

"Cheers luv, not till Monday nah so, ahl be alraht bah then. You off to bed nah then luv? Mick'll be rahnd any minute 'n we'll want some privacy, yeah?"

As if he was summoned by his name being mentioned, in walks Mick, you immediately smell cheap cologne and whisky. Christ alive.

His face is smiling animatedly as he shouts "Ay up, it's the two most beautiful girls on't Parks! What a sight for sore eyes!"

You can't help but laugh. Your mum looks flattered. He looks at you then continues, "hey I gotta ask ya luvy....So, how much do you charge?"

"Sorry, what?" You reply, puzzled.

"I just seen you get dropped off by some old rich bloke in a fancy motor. Looked like he gave you some money. Hope you charged him properly. He definitely looked like he could afford to pay over the odds." A hungry grin stretches his face.

"What? He just dropped me off. I'm not a prostitute! He's my boyfriend's dad you filthy minded, old wrinkly, drunk ass, fuck stain!" You are so furious that the string of curses seem to have their own flowing poetic melody as they spit from your tongue.

"Hey, stop fuckin swearin at our fuckin guest! ...Em calm dahhn. I'm proud of ya... finally. Nowt wrong with using your looks to get some money Em. No need to be ashamed. So how much you get?" Your mum's interest instantly picked up at the mention of money.

"I'm not a prostitute!" you turn to her, still angry, but now more worried about the money in your pocket. Shit, she's gonna find it. Need to placate her with something.

Your mum asks again, but louder, "how much? Tell me.... Now!"

You sigh. ".....20 quid"

Mick bursts out laughing. Your mum looks pissed off. "20 fuckin quid? Is that it? ...You stupid slut! You sucked off some rich daddy for 20 measly quid?...You didn't let him fuck you did you?"

"No! And I didn't suck him either!"

"Ok luv, ok. He just gave you 20 pound out of the goodness of his heart did he? Well, to be honest, I'm just glad you brought some fucking money home for a change. Just make sure you charge more next time....Now give it." Her hand is stretched out to you, though she doesn't even get up from the sofa. You knew this was coming. You make a show of stamping your feet as you go over to her. You reach into your pocket and carefully pull out 2 of the notes. "There, fucking have it" you say as you slap it down into her hand.

"Good. Well done Em. Get me some more and I'll let you keep half. I got bills to pay."

"Yeah, whatever" you say. You know full well that £20 will be drunk away in a few hours.

As you leave the room you hear Mick shout "I got 20 quid on me Em. I'll take a blowjob off ya if you're still sellin?" then more laughter.

Fuck off. You slam your bedroom door then pull the remaining £30 from your pocket. Need to hide this properly. You put it in an old school text book, then shelve the book behind some junk. I need to get out of here, you think as you get ready for bed.