Sixty-three: MTOABB

MTOABB

Mom was getting ready to leave for work when she turned and looked at me. I look up at her and smile, “Have fun at work.”

“Rossita, I am going to need you to start paying back Prinse. You can come do some cleaning at my job,” she says. It had only been a few hours since I last saw him - 24 hours haven’t gone by yet and I have to deal with this.

I sighed and she gave me a glare -- she wasn’t having my nonsense, not today that is. “Our deal for you going was that you will pay him back.”

“You shouldn’t have let me go,” I state.

“What is that supposed to mean? Rossita,” she warns. “Do I need to take you to the clinic?”

She was already on the edge of having my neck, but no mom I didn’t fuck Gomes, but I had thought of doing it so many times.

“Mom, please stop. I didn’t indulge in any activities that could lead to that.”

“Good. Get ready you’re going to work with me.”

“No,” I cry out.

“What do you mean no?” She raises an eyebrow.