Family Of Sluts
I write fiction, don’t come at me, don’t try this, and please don’t hate me. 🙂 Elizabeth had it better than most, but she had it far worse than she would’ve liked. Don’t get her wrong, she had her own bedroom, nice clothes, newest phone, books, whatever she wanted she could probably afford it. But her mother didn’t just work in real estate, during the day she was your average soccer mom, volunteered with the PTO, coached Lila, Elizabeth’s younger sister’s soccer team, and baked brownies for the bake sale. But at night, she dressed up in her shortest and tightest clothes and put on dark makeup and went out to a club or bar on the other side of the city, leaving Elizabeth home with her three younger sisters. The oldest, Lila, was 16, …