Life as it may be (continuation 3)

                      I got to discover my charms and beauty at age sixteen, when my mum got herself into a very deep mess, till date I still can't  figure out how she  got herself into such mess, on a Friday at around 6:15 pm, February 1997,three men dressed in all black having Italian accents busted into our home, ransacked our two bedroom Mini house,destroyed the very little valuables we had, they took the three of us I, my elder sister Juliet and my mum to the  living room, gave us some very tough beatings, manhandled us as they wish and got into some few conversation in Italian for some minute, after a few debate between themselves,  they finally dragged my mum into her room am sure to negotiate for what ever brought them into our home at the first place, they knew they wouldn't find what they came there for after all the searching, it's was either they killed my mum or negotiate a trade, am sure that's what they ended for as  I noticed them stare at me once they came out, my mum spoke to them. " please.... She will be a good replacement, till i can get them back, please..."    She cried out in very shaky tone, she had bruises on her chin, and forehead, so  did I and Juliet,  one of the men pulled me up as if checking me out turned me around,gave me few smacks on my buttocks  and spoke in Italian to the other, I was taken away that day, with my legs and arms tied, then thrown on one of the men shoulders like an old sack of potatoes, I didn't fight back, or scream I knew what had happened, I was the payment , the bargain chip for my mum sins.
Once I got to Venice in Italy, a new life began for me, by beauty developed manually and practice made me perfect, i was a muse....a call girl... The table brat... All caused by my mother, Mrs Thelma,  I hated that name and still hate it, repeating the name alone gets me boiled up and I hated anyone just for bearing that name, transfer of aggression, you can call it that.