A Deep Drag

"My mom used to beat me with a strap. I was black and blue from my waist to my knees," she said.
"I ran away at thirteen. I had my daughter at 17, my mother took her from me and put her own name on the birth certificate. Then she gave her to my ex and he sexually abused her. As if he'd be a better parent to her," she said, taking a deep drag from her cigarette. "My ex used to beat me up and guerrilla pimp me."
"What does that mean?" Her eyes were the brightest blue I'd ever seen.
"It means he beat me and took all the money I earned from working the streets.
"I became an alcoholic and then a crack addict. But I stopped all of that and pulled myself up by my bootstraps. I've been getting my CDL permit for my trucker's license. Freedom at last. I'm so outta here."
"Are there any truckers in your family?"
"Yes, my grandfather and my aunt. My grandparents loved me and spoiled me. Soon I will be a trucker too and my ex and my mother can fend for themselves. I'm so done! He doesn't do anything but stay stoned and play video games all day and she lets him live there for fifty bucks a month. I'm so outta there.
"My daughter and I are in touch, and now I have a granddaughter. They know the whole story, so that's good."
She stubbed out her cigarette. "I gotta get back inside," she said, returning to the diner.