“OMG! Mom…is that really you?” Aaron tears up after recognizing a woman’s tattoo while stopping her from robbing a hotel guest. Aaron is unable to believe his ‘dead’ mother, who had passed away in a car crash when he was little, was standing alive before his eyes.
“Perfect!” Lisa wickedly grinned, applying another velvety coat of ruby red lipstick. She looked perfect enough to lure her next target.
“I hate noisy places!” She approached 42-year-old Henry at the bar counter. “We should find a quieter place,” she seductively ran her fingers on his shoulder.
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“I know one, gorgeous!” Henry said, his breath stinking of alcohol. “Babe, I can’t promise to remain quiet once we get there!”
Henry’s chuckle annoyed Lisa. But she forced a smile and ordered another Whiskey-Coke for Henry while keeping herself sober. Lisa was a regular at the bar, and the bartender knew she avoided alcohol whenever she was with a ‘gentleman.’
As time wore on and as Henry downed the third glass, he could barely stand. Lisa wrapped her arms around him and helped him to his room.
Once they were in Henry’s hotel room, Lisa made him another drink spiked with sleeping pills.
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“I’m going for a quick shower, babe. Be right back!” she told him. And moments later, when he returned, Henry was sound asleep.
Seizing the opportunity, Lisa rummaged through Henry’s pockets.
“What the hell? He has only $70??” she was alarmed when she only found a handful of dollar bills and coins.
Lisa pulled out Henry’s suitcase from under the bed, and as she opened it and landed her hand on a thick wad of cash, the room suddenly burst open.
“What the hell?” a young man charged at her. “How did you get in here? Who are you?”
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“Leave me alone…it’s none of your business, boy,” Lisa motioned for the youngster to back off.
“Wait! Is…is your name Elizabeth?” he stuttered.
“So…why do you care? And how do you know my name?” Lisa snapped.
“OMG! Mom…is that really you? You’re alive!” the boy cried, his eyes fixed on the tattoo on Lisa’s neck.
“Mom…what??” Lisa’s face twisted with shock. “This can’t be…you can’t be my son.”
She looked at the boy again, and this time, she couldn’t lie to herself or him. Her heart started to pound as her past flashed before her teary eyes.
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20 years ago…
“How could you not tell me you were performing in those cheap pubs and bars, Lisa?” Lisa’s husband, Steve, was mad at her for taking up small singing gigs without informing him.
“Our son Aaron’s only six….what’s he gonna think of his mother if he comes to know you’re doing THIS?”
However, Steve’s concerns and pleas were brushed aside as Lisa was dead set on pursuing her dreams.
“So what’s next, Lisa? Trading your body off to someone?” Steve fumed.
“Watch your words, Steve. You can’t order me around if you can’t support my dreams,” Lisa argued.
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“Oh really? And you expect me to allow my wife to perform in a bar full of drunk men? Are you out of your mind, Lisa?” Steve barked.
“So what? I didn’t marry you to do dirty dishes…cook…and die a crone, okay? I’m going to Miami this weekend!” Lisa snapped. “I got this huge gig…and the tickets are booked. Don’t you dare stop me from going!”
Steve was taken aback as Lisa stormed to their bedroom to pack her bags.
