• It was cloudy day when the girl got an idea to get back at her mother. She wen up to her mother, who was lying on the sofa and asked her a question.
    "Mother do you know what's in the closet?"
    Her mother turned to her and replied coldly.
    "What kind of stupid question is that? You should know."
    She turned away from her and fell asleep. The gil walked away and started doing her homework. The next day she walked to her mother who was getting ready to go to a club. She asked her a different but same question.
    "Mother, do you know if there's something in the closet?"
    The mother turned around and smiled sweetly.
    "Let me go check for you sweetie."
    She then grabbed the girl by the collar and dragged her to the closet. The mother opened the door.
    "Do you see anything in there? Cause I don't. Now stop asking me these stupid questions. Remember the last time you got on your mother's nerves? I got so mad that I hurt you. Do you want that to happen again?"
    The girl shook her head out of fear.
    "Good. Now go to your room and don't open the door."
    The girl was infuriated and decided to put her plan into action that very night. It was three in the morning when the girl's mother stumbled into the house. The girl was sitting in an armchair that was pointed in the direction of the door.
    "Mother," she announced quiter suddenly, "I now what's in the closet know."
    The mother looked at her with a startled look on her face.
    "What the hell are you doing up this late? I told you to go to bed before I left."
    The girl smirked and replied.
    "I wanted to show you my discovery."
    The girl got up and took her mother's arm firmly. her mother was really in toxicated, so she couldn't shake her off. The girl opened the closet door.
    "See for yourself, what I have found."
    The mother peared in.
    "I don't see anything except some clothes and the walls."
    The girl's face lit up and she whispered in her mother's ear.
    "And that's exactly what you'll be seeing for the rest of your life!"
    She shoved her mother into the closet and locked the door. The girl leaned against the door and laughed as she listned to her mother's pleas.
    "i hope you realize, Mother, that you're never getting out of that closet. Also i feel no remorse for what I have done and never will, because you aren't a mother. You're a dirty whore."
    She walked away with a look of relief on her face. The next morning she packed up and left the house towards her new life.