Enjoy reading!
She hated her mother. Always. Since childhood. “For what?” Will ask the compassionate and merciful. Yes for everything! In general - for everything !! For being beautiful, for being in a good mood all the time. For exuding health. And also for the fact that even when things went very badly, well, that is, they didn’t go at all, when an ordinary person would probably climb into the noose, she began to follow herself especially carefully. And it looked especially impressive. If at this time someone asked her: “Well, how are you?” - she, broadly, from ear to ear, smiling and twinkling her eyes, suddenly became serious, brought her face closer to the interlocutor’s face and asked in a dramatic whisper: "Fair? Can't you tell anyone? It’s just me, I’ll only confess to you by friendship ... ”
The dumbfounded interlocutor was no longer happy with what he had asked, because after such an introduction a confession should have followed, after which it only remained to open his veins and lie down in a warm bath. And the interlocutor understood that he had been divorced. But they lit it nicely - with an optimistic ending. And he is not required to show sympathy and complicity. For this he was always grateful to her.
And mother understood this, and therefore she did not make friends, real, as in books. There were a lot of friends.
That's why she hated her. And also because she seemed to be friendly to her, as it seemed to Lenka herself. Sooner, about fourteen years old, she began to discuss with her daughter all her gentlemen. Moreover, the discussion went into details.
This is Lenka’s mother.
That's why she hated her.
And she didn’t love her mother because she looked terribly like her. But so far it was only a sketch of material perfection and was shy of her legs growing every day and the breasts gradually pouring, so similar (Lenka herself felt this!) To her mother.
To make the similarity not so striking, Lenka wore exclusively jeans (always with torn knees!) And massive sneakers, because of which the feet became especially huge, and sometimes even clumsy. Above was a mandatory shapeless hoodie with a collective portrait of another fashionable rock band. The hair is cut short, and the nails on the hands are bitten - also fundamentally.
In the last grade of the school, one evening, at dinner, Lenka for some reason told her that she was pregnant and was going to give birth. Mother was faithful to herself here too: she was delighted, hugged her behind her shoulders, kissed the crown of her head this time, and said: “Well, finally! My daughter has become an adult. And now in the mornings for me and for the little one I will cook breakfasts, and at this time I’m lying around an extra half an hour! .. ”
Now recalling this Lenka is ashamed and painful. Because when yesterday she was returning home almost in the dark in the evening, then Vitalka Lysov, a neighbor and drug addict, met her at the entrance. Without further ado, he pressed Lenka against the wall, immediately began to squeeze her breasts, and then began to unfasten her jeans. Lenka was so scared that she couldn’t even scream, only, for some reason, she kept repeating: “Don’t dare to do this to me ...”
And at this time, the mother entered the porch.
She, too, was late somewhere tonight.
At first glance, she assessed the situation, understood everything, pulled Lenka out of Vitalkin’s hands, blocked her by herself, and only then turned to Vitalka ...
... As a professional boxer, she directly punched him in the face and stomach, not sparing her sleek manicure, and at the same time sentenced, hissing like a snake:
- What? Touch my girl? I’ll throne you, little bastard, I’ll throne you !!!
Vitalka only covered himself with her hands, and then began to cry and ask:
- Aunt Len! Aunt Len !!. Enough, don't hit anymore! And I will never, never! .. Honestly !!!
Mother then stopped, twisting her lips, blew off a fallen lock of hair from her face and, catching her breath, continued quite calmly:
Turning to Lenka, she asked:
“How many lessons do you have tomorrow?” Six? Yeah, then you finish at 14-10 ...
And she turned back to Vitalka:
- At 14-12 you will meet her near the school and take her to the apartment. And only then can you be free until the evening. If something happens to my beautiful daughter, I won’t look for the guilty, and I’ll break the skull for you ...
Then she smiled charmingly, flashing directly into his face with her elegant teeth. I patted the terrified guy on the cheek and asked:
“I hope you believe me, baby? .. Well, that’s fine.” Helen, baby, let's go home, it's time to have dinner.
She hugged Lenka by the shoulders and led her up the stairs. Then she suddenly turned to Vitalka and added:
“You can not accompany us, young man.” We will call the elevator ourselves ...
Thanks for your attention!