Mom Learns I'm Innocent... After I'm Gone

From the moment I could remember, Mom called me a slut.

She'd say I was shameless, always trying to seduce my own father, stealing my mom’s man.

She’d curse me for being indecent, dressing like a tramp, always trying to pick up any guy I met.

The night before my college entrance exams, I called her, begging for help.

“Mom, please save me!”

All I got in response was the cold, unfeeling sound of a busy signal. She’d hung up on me.

A cold, desolate smirk twisted my lips.

I looked at the man behind me, his hands reaching out, contorted in a grotesque leer.