WARNING: If you are sensitive to the upcoming topics I advise you to read with caution ( alcoholism, and depression) this is a fictional story with fictional characters if you feel offended in any way I apologize in advance. Viewer discretion is advised.

THINNER THAN WATER PT1

Growing up in Texas I never thought I would make it out alive. When I was 9 years old my dad was involved in the mafia, one day he didn't come back and left me and my mom to survive in this ragged world, while his debts piled up, Mom became more and more depressed, and there were times I had to figure out what we were gonna eat for the week.

At 11 my mom came home walking unsteady and staggered like gravity didn't exist. Anytime my mom came in filling the room with the smell of alcohol, I would hide all the kitchen knives, lock my room door, and hide in the closet till I didn't hear any glass shattering on the ground.

I'm 17 years old now, and I'm looking to find peace in this world, but since my dad left us... I try to look for the good things in this world, but it keeps slipping away like grains of sand passing through the gaps of my fingers. As I stare intensely at the ceiling losing focus and listening to music in my headphones ignoring any form of life, I hear my mother calling my name "Sephora! SEPHORA!! COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" as I get up off my bed I roll my eyes and sigh.

As I come downstairs I hear my mom laughing sarcastically at jokes some random person is saying, "Y-yes mom" I say slowly and hesitantly as I look around and see a man staring me down with his sharp green hazel eyes. I ask my mom "Who is this man? What does he want, and why is he here?"

My mom looks at me with a blank expression, and says, "He's a friend of your father's, Sephora. He's here to collect a debt." I feel a knot forming in my stomach as I realize that this man is here for something serious. I try to keep my cool and ask him how much money my dad owes him. The man gives me a cold smirk and says, "Your father owes me a lot of money, more than you can imagine. But don't worry, I'm here to make a deal with you." I can feel my heart racing as I wonder what kind of deal he's talking about.

The man turns to look at my mother and asks her "Should I tell her what we were talking about Missy?" he leans in closer with his hands crossed together and stares at her with an even colder smirk, my mother stares him with an intense expression then suddenly she turns to me and says "I think you should sit down with this." she said, gesturing towards a nearby chair. I sat down slowly, my heart racing as I waited for her to reveal what was going on. Whatever it was, I had a feeling it was going to change everything.

As I sat in the chair, my mind raced with questions. Who was this man, and what were they talking about? My mother's intense expression only added to my growing sense of unease. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke. "I have something to confess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "When your father passed, I was angry at the world. I didn't know what to do except the unthinkable. So, I had sold you to this man here." My heart sank. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. MY. OWN. MOTHER. had sold me to a STRANGER. A rage of tears streamed down my face as a million emotions flooded through the blood of my heart. "I needed the money," she continued. "I was drunk and stupid. I'm so sorry Sephora, I thought it was the best thing for both of us." Tears of sorrow streamed down her face as she begged for my forgiveness. MY. ENTIRE. WORLD. had just been turned upside down in a matter of seconds.

To be continued...

THINNER THAN WATER Pt 2

Sitting in a room with a stranger and a woman who doesn't deserve the title of "Mother" I just stay still with waves of thoughts in my head, all I hear is my so-called mother crying on the floor begging for forgiveness like she didn't just ruin my life even more than she already has, as she is grabbing me all I see is the guy sitting on my couch with a cold expression with his face resting on his fist like he is waiting for me to wrap this little "show" up.

I turn back to my "mother" and look at her long and hard, holding back all the shit I want to say to this woman I tell her "Get up." she then looks at me with confusion and still teary-eyed "W-what?" I get closer to her in her face and repeat myself "Get the FUCK up and off of ME." she looks at me with shock in her eyes, as she looks between me and that man she gets up fast and all you see is how fieriest she looked at me, as her face turns red as a cherry tomato she yells at me "HOW DARE YOU TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!? DO I LOOK LIKE YOU CAN TALK TO ME IN THAT WAY!? I. AM. YOUR. MOTHER!" I stare at her as she keeps rambling about how she tried being a good mother.

I go up the stairs to get my things packed, but I stop and turn around and look at my mom "Good mothers do not just try but do." she stops her yelling and just looks at me while she's down the stairs, I look at her with pain in my eyes "do you know what I had to go through? I sold my things when 11 just so we could have food on the table...I struggled and suffered because of you...guess who had to take care of the bills while Mama was gone drinking and sleeping around with men who didn't give a SHIT about you? ME, IT WAS ALWAYS ME MOTHER! I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF MYSELF...OF US, I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO CRY, TO MOPE, TO BE A KID!"

My mother looks at me like she has finally gotten back to reality and busts out into tears again. I continue packing my things and look at my room. one. last. time, I look at how the olive green paint is chipping away piece by piece, I look at the mirror and see myself, with my naturally long red curly hair and pale light brown skin, I wasn't on the skinny side so I always hated how fat I was no matter how many times I would starve myself.

I grab my things and head back downstairs and look at my mother who's on the couch in despair as I walk past her, she looks up at me for a split second and goes right back into looking at the ground in despair. the man looks at me while he waits at the door "I'll put your stuff in the back of the trunk." I give him my things and go straight to the car without a single goodbye. the man comes in the car and looks at me in the rearview mirror "Are you ready to go Sephora?" he says in a deep husky voice, i look back at him in the rearview mirror and look back outside and nod my head yes before I actually said it.

As he drives off I see my mom at the front door, just looking with her arms crossed and her eyes squinting due to the bright sun in her eyes. I whisper to myself "I hope I never come back again." I close my eyes and all the memories of my dad I had locked up started flooding my brain, I remember him painting my walls with me when I was just a little girl... laughing and dancing was our favorite thing back then, we splashed each other with paint and he would chase me with the paintbrush...I miss you, Dad. "Wake up we're here."