Hannah Quesada

“You disgust me."
"Like you have room to talk," Cathy said. "You're as much a whore as I am."
Dan grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands as she turned, in one easy move she peeled her tee and sports bra off and gestured at her bare chest.
"Oh my god, you see these? They're called breasts. Does this make me a whore? This?" Dan jerked a hand between them, and Cathy shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "This is what I do. I strip. I dance. I work a stage five nights a week. I give lap dances to creeps who can't get enough action on their own. But I don't let them touch me and I still make enough money to keep us afloat. Fuck you! I'm seventeen! I'm too young to be your mother!"
"No one asked you to be my mother..."
"I asked you to be mine. Thanks for failing so spectacularly at it.”
― Nora Sakavic