The shades of evening was upon the earth when I reached home, after having spent something winding around from restaurant to restaurant just to have some moments of peace before home. 
    I opened the door and saw my mom enjoying a bowl of spiced chips and watching a TV show. 
    That was all she did; enjoy her life while I suffered. 
    "Hey, you are back" she said. 
    I nodded my head and smiled a bit; as usual, to avoid so many questions which I would be unable to answer. 
    "How was it today?" She asked as I motioned to walk inside my room through the front door in the sitting room. 
    I sighed, looked at her and decided to tell her how I truly felt, since she was my mother anyways. 
    "Can I talk to you, Mom?" 
    "Yes of course, come, sit…" she adjusted and patted her hand on a space on the chair. 
    I sat down and sighed. The words were heavy to let out and I feared ultimately, what her reaction would be. 
    "So, it's about Matt…" 
    "Yeah? What about Jones?" She was quite fond of him, and always addressed him by his father's name. 
    "Well…" I said with a gulp. "You know he doesn't treat me right?" 
    "What do you mean, treat you right?" She put on a serious face. 
    I sighed, "come on, Mom. Don't act like you don't know who he truly is, he is a womanizer, arrogant, rude, a sexist, possessive and a sex freak, he doesn't even make me feel like we have something going on" 
    "You have a marriage contract with Jones, and until it's over, deal with it, Arianne" 
    "But, shouldn't he act least…" I let down my voice. "Love me?" 
    My Mom couldn't even response to that.
   "I wonder how I am supposed to give a man like that all myself, how am I supposed to give him my body like a slave—" 
   "Wait, you haven't had sex with Jones?!" Her voice went high. I shouldn't had brought up the issue. "Arianne, it's been six months! Good six months! And you complain that he is a womanizer?!" 
   "Even before me, he has always been like that. Don't you see? The moment that happens I'm trapped, there won't be any escape for me. He would use me anyhow and anyway he wants, he won't love me, he won't see my worth, he—" 
    "Then that's a good thing!" She raged. "Maybe then you would have a worth, maybe then you will be useful for once! You're useless, child" 
    My body went dumb. I couldn't believe that my mom would always be so mean and harsh to me. I felt like dying, how would I be breaking down all the time?
    "Mom?!" I said through a tearful lips, and eyes. 
    "Get out of my sight!" She ordered. 
   I knew that I was going to wake up the next day with pale, heavy, painful and dark circled eyes from crying, and I had some make-ups next to me. 
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     Anyhow I could muster up strength, I would, and put on a smile behind my everlasting sad face. 
    I have been told how useless I was, and being Matt's sex slave could be my only use. Maybe, just maybe, he would love me like I deserve and desire someday.
   I would give him all of me and let him use me anyhow and anyway it pleased him.
   The usual morning rituals were done, and then, work.
     I went to work and carried on with my thing, but after some time, I looked out of the mirror and loved the peace I perceived from the hallway and I left the room. 
   While I was leaving, I noticed Halen looking at me like she was about to do something terrible again to me.  
    I got out of the office and headed down to the hallway looking behind me as I thread.
  I stopped at the window mirror along the hallway, and stared at myself for a while. 
   I smiled and saw that it looked better on me than any other, maybe I would start loving myself better and smile more, regardless. 
   I walked ahead, in the direction that led to the outerlay's spot, where anyone can view the city of New York in it's grace. 
    I was kind of happy, for some unknown reason, maybe I was getting to think of a better strike back. 
   I got to the outerlay's and was immediately greeted by the freshness of the wind, the beautiful view of New York City pleasured my eyes and the tweets and melodies of the birds sweetened my ears and my heart was merried by the feeling it gave me. 
   I felt high, I felt so alive, so peaceful, and nothing else mattered at that moment, so I spent some quality time there.
  After my time there, I decided to go see Matt again and right things. When I got near his office, I noticed something unusual. 
  The windows were closed, and the door was halfway closed like it was closed but opened and whoever closed it didn't pay much attention to it. 
  I was curious as to know what's up, and because I was sensitive enough and heard some kind of sound which added to my suspicion.
   I tiptoed to the corner of the window and peeped in through the glass. And I was surprised by what I saw. 
  Halen laid against the table with her legs spreaded. Her eyes were shut, and her lips were drawn apart.
  Matt knelt down in front of her, sraight in-between her legs, and it was visible and obvious what they were doing. And the bitch kept asking for more
   I was baffled. So, the big billionaire can stoop so low for someone like Halen!? So Halen had been screwing with him all these while?! 
   I didn't know what to feel, anger or sadness or even break down and cry. And they were going to have another round… 
  I opened the door, Halen's eyes set upon my looming figure, and gasped. 
   She quickly covered herself and tried to button up as quickly as possible.  
    "Matt, Halen??" I chuckled bit by bit like a motor engine on start up. Halen looked like she had seen a ghost, she wasn't expecting me. 
    She opened her mouth to say something but it seemed so heavy that it couldn't be spoken.
   But after that moment had passed, she seemed like she had no much problem with it, her face brightened and looked like nothing happened. 
  I looked at both of them again and again, puzzled. And no one was talking. 
   Matt made do his shirt and adjusted his trouser, he didn't care that I saw them.
   A part of me was happy. I found something to hold down Halen. But, Matt.
    "You enjoy seeing me cry don't you?" I smiled and held back my tears. "You aren't even worth my tears…" I said shaking my head, and left them alone. 
  And on some foots away from the office, Halen came rushing out and called me
   "Arianne! Wait!" Yelled Halen. And I reluctantly stopped and looked back at her. I threw one of my eye brows up to let her talk because I wasn't going to answer her. 
  "Umm I umm I need your help with something I , you know some time ago we did some work together, so I was thinking maybe we can again, tomorrow. I can come over to your place and maybe we can talk?" She stammered and tripped and fell along the roads which she let those words pass by. 
   I was amused because after what she did, she still had the gut to ask for my help– such courage. 
   "No" I said bluntly and turned around to go. 
  "Arianne please" she begged with a desperate voice. Which made me happier. And I didn't look back again. 
   I raised my shoulders, my heart was merry– she was really worried, and I was going to make sure she suffered well enough. 
   And I went straight home, feeling victorious and happy, for the first time in a long while, and it felt damn great.