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I woke up in my room and did my hair like Robert Smith. He is such an inspiration. I put on leather pants and a Bauhaus shirt. I heard my mom yelling from downstairs.
“Y/N get down here stupid bitch.”
She is so mean to me. When will this suffering end?
After kissing goodbye my cardboard cutout of Peter Murphy, I went to the kitchen. I felt the smell of alcohol in my nose. My mom can’t afford to pay the bills because she spends all the money on wine and cocaine. And also because we live in London where a toilet costs £500 per month.
“Go to the hallway immediately y/n you dumbass.”
I was so confused. I haven’t even had my breakfast of cigarette cereal yet. It’s all my mom can afford to feed me.
I went to the hallway and I saw four tall male figures. After taking a closer look, I realised I knew who they were. Before I could even say anything, I heard my mom say:
“Y/N I can’t afford the bills so I’m selling you to Depeche Mode. Go away now dumb bitch.”
I was so confused, because you’d think I’d be sad that my mom was selling me, but I was actually excited, since Depeche Mode are my favourite band. Martin looked smaller in person.
I ran upstairs to get my things, but Dave said they were in a rush and I had to be quick. All I managed to grab were my cheap black nail polish and my bottle of hairspray. This was all I needed.
We left in their car. Inside it smelled of hair gel, cigarettes and female domination. Alan sat next to me, Dave next to him, Martin was in the passenger seat and Andy was driving. He smelled of oatmeal.
We sat in awkward silence for a while. Martin took out the communist manifesto and I asked him about it – he said this was his 12th time rereading it. Dave suggested we put on some music and asked me what I wanted to listen to.
“Can you play some Bowie?” I spoke.
Everyone was shocked when I said that. I asked what was wrong.
Alan said, with a smile on his face, “Well, Bowie is pretty underground. No one really listens to him. We didn’t expect you’d know his music. He actually inspired us a lot.”
“I love him so much!” I replied.
“Wow, it’s so nice you’re not like other girls who listen to Duran Duran. She’s so amazing, isn’t she?” Alan said to Dave.
I blushed and I hoped they didn’t see it. But then I remembered they bought me from my mom, so I had to get some answers.
“So what am I gonna do now that I am your property?”
“Well you’ll clean and do our beds and buy us stuff from sex stores,” said Dave.
“So I won’t cook for you guys or anything?” I replied.
Dave spoke again, “No, that’s what Andy’s for,” and everyone, except for Andy, started laughing.
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At their house I began cleaning and making their beds. I found a corn-shaped dildo under Martin’s bed. I decided not to touch it. Dave’s room was clean, except for a bottle of ketchup I found in his sink. Andy had five plates of toast Hawaii on his nightstand. Alan’s room was locked.
After they had gone to bed after dinner, I washed the dishes and headed upstairs to my new room, but I heard piano playing in the living room. I went there and saw Alan playing the moonlight sonata. I was hoping I could stay in the corner and watch him without him hearing me, but I accidentally stepped on a golf ball, tripped and fell.
“Y/N!!! Are you okay?? Are you dying?” Alan said.
He’s so stupid. Why would I be dead? He came to help me, and saw that I was fine.
“I’m sorry about the golf ball, they help me focus,” he spoke.
“I didn’t mean to hide in the corner, but I wanted to listen to you play. It sounded so beautiful.”
“Wow, thank you. No one ever compliments me…”
“They should. Also, I am sorry if your room is dirty. It was locked, and I don’t have a key.”
“Oh, that’s alright. I lock it on purpose…”
“Why?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, of course!”
We went upstairs. Before unlocking the door, he took my hand and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were blue like a blue screwdriver.
“Y/N, I’ve never shown my room to anyone. But I think I can trust you.”
Then he led me in. The room seemed normal, but in the middle there was a dentist chair. I looked at Alan, confused.
“I am an aspiring dentist. I want to leave Depeche Mode one day and have my own clinic. If you hate me, I understand.”
“No, Alan, I think that is admirable,” I said, and his eyes lit up, like a Nokia flashlight.
“Well, do you want me to check if you have cavities?” he asked me, smiling.
I reluctantly agreed. I’ve never been to a dentist before, my mom couldn’t afford it because she was too busy using UNO cards to do coke. I sat on Alan’s chair, and he looked at me. Our faces were so close and we were looking at each other’s eyes – I think he forgot he was supposed to inspect my teeth. I was going to say something, but then he kissed me. This was the best thing that’s happened in my life. He tasted like cabbage, but the good kind. Our tongues battled for dominance, and we ended up on the bed. We were interrupted by the sound of growling outside.
“That’s our pet alligator. They forgot to feed him. Wait here.”
I was gonna wait for him, but I was so tired and happy at the same time, that I fell asleep in his bed.