Tiffany hopped out the shower feeling good. The way she was living was disgusting and horrible, but she simply told herself, “It could always be worse.” She looked in the mirror and smiled. She was starting to like what she was seeing. She no longer had bruises or black eyes, and she was finally able to see her true beauty. Another reason she was feeling good was because she finally had some money. Since she had been away from Blake, she had managed to save up $1,600, the most money she had seen at one time, except for when she got her income tax check. Tiffany danced around her room as she got ready for work. Everything was good, until she heard a knock at her room door. Instantly she knew it could it only have been one person. “Come in,” she yelled. Brenda entered her daughter’s room with an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. “Let your mother borrow forty dollars,” she said with her hand out. “I know you got it.” “You don’t know what I got,” Tiffany capped back, not liking the way her mother came at her.
