Mommy's New Daughter

*All characters are 18+*

"Fairfield Dance Costume Contest!

Next Friday 6-9 p.m.

Best Costume Wins a Grand Prize of $5,000

AND

ONE YEAR of FREE TUITION at Fairfield Community College!

Winner voted on BY the students!"

Melissa looked at the flyer she picked out of her son, Luke's backpack. Five thousand dollars? Times were tough for the Cooper household. Melissa was a single mother who lived alone with her son Luke, in a small 2 bedroom apartment. The floors creaked and the faucets leaked, but it was the best she could do all alone. Her boyfriend walked out on her when he found out Melisa was pregnant. "Scumbag," Melissa would often mutter to herself when thinking of him, but there was no getting any sort of child support money out of him. He up and vanished from the small little town of Bakersfield they grew up in.

But this prize money? That could pay the rent and groceries for the Cooper's for the next few months. Working two jobs, Melissa, was at her wits end trying to provide for Luke, her 18 year old son in his senior year. One job being a waitress at a small, shabby diner down the way. The other, being a "dancer," of sorts on the weekend. Who was she kidding? Melissa knew full well she spent her weekend nights as a stripper down at a joint off route 19. This job she kept well hidden from Luke, though. Not wanting her only son and family to think of her in a negative light.

And could this be right? One year of free tuition? School didn't mean much to Luke, but she wanted her son to go to college, and be set up well for the future, despite how he acted towards her.

Luke was a bit of a trouble maker, and didn't really treat Melissa too well. Constantly talking back to her. Undermining her. Staying up late on school nights. Having friends over without asking. The list goes on. But the thing that drove her the craziest was how Luke refused to lift a finger to help around the house. Melissa would beg and plead for Luke to clean up after himself, take the garbage out, or vacuum their small apartment, which would take him 15 minutes max, but he always had some sort of an excuse. He also refused to get a job to help out with the bills. Even 15 hours a week at a minimum wage job would do so much for the two of them, but he had to "focus on school," which was a joke with the grades Luke turned in.

This potential prize money was a God Send to Melissa. But would Luke be open to doing it? Melissa was sure he'd much rather spend his Friday night in his room smoking weed, or out with his no good hooligan friends. It is 7 p.m. Friday right now, and Luke was nowhere to be found. He hadn't bothered texting her saying he'd be late coming home from school, or where he was going. She used to get worried about him, but this was such a common occurrence, she was sure he was just fine. Probably out with those friends of his, who always seemed to leer longingly at Melissa when they were at the apartment. She could feel their eyes on her every time she turned her back to them. Ugh. It disgusted Melissa. Melissa sat thinking what Luke could dress up as to secure first prize in the costume contest when her phone buzzed. It was a text from her friend Lisa asking if she could pick her up an energy drink from the store before she came in tonight. She also worked at Route 19's Gentleman's Club, and the two had become quite close friends over the past year of Melissa working there. "Sure," Melissa texted back and headed for the door.