Kneeling For Cash: A Mother's Desperate Fight Novels & Stories

Kai’s mother dropped to her knees, hands clasped together in desperate prayer. “Please,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “Just a little more time. I promise I’ll do something — anything. We have nowhere to go.” The man looked down at her with disgust. “You had all the time in the world.” She continued crying and pleading as their scanty possessions were thrown outside — boxes breaking on impact, clothes scattering across the dirty ground like fallen leaves. Kai stood silent, eyes flicking between the men and his broken mother. Something dark and cold settled in his chest.

Madam Cash threw a thousand dollars at Amandla, instructing her to never return. “How would she not be able to fling cash at me? When you bought hats and went online to sell them for double the price? Does she think that I do not know sites to sell them for better? In all, I have no problem retailing it. But the problem is when you refuse to pick up my calls because you know that it is a reminder for the balance.” She picked up the wad of cash that was thrown at her and hit the floor. To her, there was no iota of shame in picking her money from the floor provided that it was money and not shit being thrown at her.

Not when tears threatened to blind me. Let him hurt, I thought. Let him finally know how it feels. My mum gave me some cash, meant for snacks or emergencies. Well, this was an emergency. I flagged a cab with shaking hands, barely managing to shove my crumpled emergency cash into the driver’s hand. “Number 7 Ridge Lane. Fast.” The ride was a blur of static streetlights and rattling silence. I pressed my forehead towards the cool glass, closing my eyes against the ache swelling inside me.

"Her mother was in a coma after a car accident and has been in the hospital for so many years. Where does she get her money from if she was unemployed for these three years?" "Where else would she get her money? With that face of hers, I'm sure guys would gladly pay for her services. I mean, how clean could she be with all that plastic in her face?" As soon as they said that, Keegan suddenly got up and kicked the chair behind him. The two girls screamed in fright, which alerted the bailiffs in the courtroom.

Their collective lawsuit buried her under eight figures of debt in an instant. Every asset under her name was frozen. To repay what she owed, she sold her car, sold her apartment, and eventually ended up washing dishes in a tiny roadside diner. I heard that one day, an old "friend" happened to run into her. They threw a wad of cash at her face and told her to bark like a dog. And she actually knelt and barked. Human dignity is worthless when crushed under absolute desperation. As for Nick, he stayed in the rehab center for three months.

Her mother, sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly set her teacup down with a sharp clink. “Katherina Blackwood,” she said coldly, “I raised you better than this.” Katherina turned to her, her eyes tired but defiant. “Did you? Because the last I checked, being ‘better’ doesn’t pay bills.” Her mother stood up, her voice trembling with anger. “You sold your dignity for money! You’re no better than the people you claim to hate!” Katherina laughed bitterly, tears threatening to fall. “My dignity didn’t feed us, Mother. My pride didn’t pay for your medicine or this roof over our heads.”

“Got yourself another job, did you?” “Mr. Lucas,” I called in a whisper. My gaze fixated on the ground as my trembling hands clenched into fists, holding the hem of my shirt. I hated being here under his lustful gaze, hated having to ask him for help, but I had no choice. “Please…” my hands clasped together as I fell weakly to my knees, “I really need your help. My mother… She's dying. She needs surgery, and I don’t have the money.” Tears streamed down my cheeks, my desperation palpable.

Chloe looked at Alex with disdain. Then she sneered, “Hey, how about this? Go back to grovel at your mother-in-law and kneel down to your wife and beg them a few more times, maybe they will change their minds and give you some money. But that nasty woman Dorothy Assex might only give you a hundred dollars. If you kneel and beg me, I will pay for your mother’s hospital bed.” A woman’s voice could be heard saying, “Even if he kneels to me every day at home, he would never kneel to you for money.”

Of course I dared. When a person was pushed to the edge, there was nothing left to fear. Clutching Miss Zabel's greasy, $350,000 check, I rushed straight to the meeting spot. A few rough-looking men surrounded my mother, cursing and spitting as they stood over her. My mother was curled up in the corner. This woman, who was once so proud and confident, now had streaks of gray in her hair and a face hollowed by exhaustion.

“Dr. Watte, I’m short of money.” Cash 4 Go auctioned off her mother’s relics, and that single DVD was auctioned for a rocket-high price! She would not allow anyone to take this DVD away, so she would have to do everything that she could to buy the last DVD of her mother from when she was still alive!