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be burdened with that,” Rebecca scoffed and walked away. 
    Jennifer giggled. “Always gets busy?”
    “Yeah, only because she purposely wears the bar t-shirt a size too small and doesn’t bother with a jacket just so her nipples can poke through,” Lena rolled her eyes.
    “She cannot waitress for shit, but she does bring in the customers,” Abigail shrugged.
    “She or her nipples?” I wondered aloud.
    The girls all laughed and Dianna patted me on the back. “Doll, you are going to fit right in here.”

Chapter Three
     
    It turned out that I did fit in. the entire day Dianna, Abigail, Jennifer and Veronica all helped me get the hang of waitressing. Lucas had gone over the drinks list and showed me how to make them. Aiden explained the shifts and the days I would get off. I didn’t have to start until next week. Aiden said he was giving me time to settle in.
    I felt so at home already.
    I pulled out my extra phone and saw the tons of messages left by my mother. Guilt assaulted my happiness and soon I was dialling her number, forgetting that although it was morning here it might be night tine there. I think. I hadn’t checked out the time differences.
    “Hello?” my mother sounded fast asleep.
    “Hi mom,”
    “So you carved out time form your new life for the woman who sacrificed everything for you?” I could hear the venom in her tone.
    I closed my eyes and breathed in, counting to four. “Yes, mom, how are you doing?”
    “Like you care? You are off in some new country with new people and living your life while I am stuck here all alone!” she spat.
    I blew out another breath. “Has Bria come by to see you?”
    “Yes. She cares at least. Unlike you! The one who stayed with me from birth is the one that gave me so much of grief! I did so much for you! This is the thanks I get?” she shouted. “You should have let me die. You don’t care about me.”
    “I hope you take care of yourself. I will call again soon.”
    I hung up with a tap of my finger on the screen. “I love you, mom,” I said into the darkness around me. I had long since learned to push all the hurtful things she would say to me in the back of my mind. I never forgot her harsh words but I didn’t dwell on it much. How could I? Where would it get me? I knew who I was and who I wanted to be, and it wasn’t her or my father, it was a brand new person.

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    Eight Years Earlier…
    Autumn Harvest Wine, a green bottle with cream label and white liquid. According to Google and the library this happened to be one of the most deadly wines in SA. I remember flipping through one of teen magazines and finding an article about it. They say that usually wine should be drunken one glass a day in moderation; my mother downed a litre within an hour.
    Mom felt invincible after she drank at least three glasses. I would watch as her words would slowly slur, she would take longer than necessary to blink, she would put the volume on the TV all the way up, the trip down memory lane, the fights she would pick and of course the words she slew my way.
    “You are just like her!” my mother shrieked one day.
    “Who?” I asked in a small voice.
    “Like that bitch that broke up our home. You are a bitch just like her,” my mother spat and proceeded to slap me across the face.
    I was a tiny child and that slap had me spinning at least once before I knocked my head against a wall and fell. I knew it wouldn’t be over though. I started to cry.
    She yanked me up my long beautiful hair and looked into my eyes. Hers were bloodshot while mine were blurry.
    “Do you want me to give you a fucking reason to cry?”
    I shook my head. Obviously that didn’t make much of a difference, she let me go and slapped me again. Her long nails raked across my cheek.
    There was nothing I could do. She was stronger than me. My body was slowly getting used to this, after all, it had been happening for the last month. Those scratches on my cheek were additions to the scratches