C94- Janeen's Fateful Coincidence (1)

Unwillingly returning the house she hated so much after she bought bread, Juneen Il-Rays, notices two men in slightly expensive white clothing get out of her house.

'Those guys... Here we go again...', she thought tiredly.

Slowly making her way towards the kitchen, she hears a loud noise and a shout.

Crash! Shatter!

"Fuck! It's all because of that bastard bitch! She stole my everything, and doesn't want to give them back! Who do you think you are?!"

Hearing this, Janeen's face got sour.

'No, how is it my fault this happened to you, you whore? Do you think I am here because I want to?'

Unable to shout loudly, she stuffs all her anger inside once again.

The person shouting to the walls is her mother, or at least that's who she is supposed to be.

Janeen is a beautiful teenage girl with sky blue eyes, voluminous dark blue hair and slightly tanned skin with a feminine figure that gives her a mature and seductive charm.

And all her looks are inherited from the woman screaming in the kitchen, her mother.

Her mother is a prostitute in the Buthaldi capitol, Shabagh. She doesn't know why her mother was one, and she doesn't want to. She even forgets her mother's name sometimes since she basically never uses it. She either uses insults in her mind or just says mother.

The reason is, of course, hate.

Her mother appearently used to be an increadible beauty, and a famous prostitute in the red light district.

That was until she got pregnant with Janeen.

During the later stages of her pregnancy, her customers decreased and the ones that came were vile men with disgusting fetishes. The pay was also significantly lower, but because most of her customers used drugs as well, she was addicted to various substances and kept using them because of her unstable mental health. The more her baby grew, the more vile and traumatizing her customers' demands became.

Refusing the give up on her bad habits, she took debt from dodgy families many times, just to get by since she spent all her money on drugs.

Doctors told her to get an abortion, but she refused, saying it may effect her beauty that she had already started to lose. Then the doctors told her to stop using drugs saying it may effect the baby, and she actually lowered her drug use since a miscarriage might cause her problems, but didn't stop completely.

A month before her birth, complications showed up, and she got under more debt to pay for operations.

'All that, for what? For your long dead beauty and a child you hate? Fucking bitch.'

Her debt was the reason Janeen couldn't leave this hellish place. The debt collectors were just waiting for Janeen to also sell her body, just like the disgusting customers looking at her with their creepy eyes and vile smiles as they lick their lips while complimenting her whenever they see her.

She couldn't escape and run away, since the debt collectors would bring her back. The only other way she could think of to get out of this place was a convenient fantasy with a hero rescuing her, but even herself didn't believe in this stupid story.

No man would rescue her. Even she believed that. Her beauty, coming from her mother was a curse, and all a guy with strength would do is rape her, like many attempted to before.

'No, there is one...'

There was an old man who tried to stop a rapist from touching her. But the old man beaten and then killed in front of her by the rapist, who then ran away in panic after realizing what he and his disgusting hands had done.

Back then, she felt something settle in her mind. She finally understood that there was nothing good for her in this world.

She had to learn to defend herself in case someone attempted to rape her again. No, she knew it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when rather than if. That's why she couldn't stop hating men.

She learned to bear the disgusted looks of women in the streets who judged her because of things out of her control, and insult her for tempting their husbands even though all she did was walk in the streets to buy food. That's why she couldn't stop hating other women.

She knew one day she had to sell her body, and live the same miserable life her mother lived. Become a prostitute, get forcefully drugged by the disgusting customers just to be paid the bare minimum to live. That's why she couldn't stop hating her mother.

And yet, she was still childishly stubborn to end her own life. Every time she brought a broken piece of glass that her mother threw at the wall, near to her neck, her hands stop moving. Every time she walks up a cliff and stares down at the bottom, she gets cold feet.

When she is caught by her mother in her attempts, she is beaten and locked in her room that is empty except a bed, for a whole day, without water and food. Her mother shouts at her to not run away after stealing everything from her.

'Fucking bitch...'

Insulting her mother once again in her mind, she decides to finally enter the kitchen. Placing the bread on the counter, she turned to her mother, who was looking at her with a hateful gaze.

'She is really ugly. I don't even know how those vile men compare me and her.'

Looking at Janeen with her dirty face, the woman talks with her parched voice.

"The debt collectors left just now."

"I saw."

"We don't have much time to pay for this month. I am in this debt because of you, so go and start selling yourself with my beauty."

"No. Go fuck yourself."

"I see. If you aren't going to use it to sell, then you know what to do, right? Go to your room and stay there for a day."

"Right."

'I was going to do that anyways, you pig.'

As Janeen walked towards her room, she noticed another shadow over her shadow, but she was too late to react.

Smack!

Her mother punched her and started to shout.

"If you aren't going to use this body, then it is okay if you have some bruises, right?", she said, as she started beating Janeen who was caught off guard with a bat.

Janeen shouted back as she tried to fight back.

"It's your debt! Fuck you!"

"I took that debt because of you! Pay me back you ungrateful bitch!"

"What's there to be grateful of?! You are a pig that got pregnant from another pig!"

"And you are the piglet who needs to learn it's place!"

As they fought, Janeen who knew how to defend herself, started winning against her mother. As the anger she stuffed inside caught on fire, she started to hit her mother time after time. Her mother's unconscious body shook with every punch, and fresh blood came out of her nose. After a while, her moment of rage passed, and she looked at the bloody mess beneath herself.

'Ugh... Even though the bitch isn't dead, she won't get customers for a while... Let's just hope the debt collectors don't come back.', she thought and left her house.

She wanted to take a little break and forget about her miserable life for a bit, so she got out of the city and walked up the hill she always went to relax her mind.

As she was walking up the hill, she saw a bright shining object descend from the sky with an unchanging but quick speed. The blue shining thing crashed near the hill as it left a blue pillar of light behind it.

"Huh? What's that?"

Janeen ran towards where the light landed, only to find a small crater on the ground.

In the middle of the hole, there was a weird black smoke with a blue glint. The blue sparks inside the smoke jumped around it, while the smoke was erratically flying around in a circle. Unconsciously, Janeen reached her towards the weird smoke.

The smoke stopped it's circular motion and instantly jumped towards her. The smoke entered her forehead, and that was the last thing she saw as she lost her consciousness. As she fell to the ground, a small mark started appearing between her shoulder blades.