I sincerely would like to thank my viewers for all the great responses I got. Writing is a passion of mine and you all have encouraged me to keep going. To be honest when I picked up this hobby again, I didn't know how I would do, and was a bit scared. Now I'm very joyous in my work once again after years. Thank you and I love you all!
All Characters depicted are fictional and over the age of 18. Any similarities of characters or events are coincidence.
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Mallory opens her front door and walks into the kitchen, placing her purse on the counter. "Logan! Jamie! I'm home!" She announces to her children. When neither respond, she walks into Jamie's room to see him on the bed crying to himself. "Oh honey what happened? Was it another bad day at school today?" She asks and sits next to him on the bed, running her fingers through his hair.
"No, Logan's friends assaulted me." Her youngest son says, turning around to show several bruises on his face. "Logan said if I told you or dad, he would break my computer." He explains, wet trails of dried tears on his cheek.
"Oh for fuck sakes," Mallory starts and shakes her head then looks down at her poor boy. "Where are they? I'm going to make sure this never happens again." Her face filled with anger.
Jamie looks horrified that his mother would confront them even after he told her they threatened to do worse if he told anybody. "No mom, wait please!" Mallory wasn't listening anymore, she was on the phone with Logan, demanding where he is. Quickly she gets up and heads for the door. "Please mom no! Don't do it!" Jamie practically screams as his mother slams the door behind her as she walks towards the basement.
"Dude he really told your mom?" Mario laughs before taking a hit of the blunt and passing it to Rashawn.
"No, I was on the phone with your bitch ass girlfriend, no shit dude. You heard the conversation." Logan says leaning on the couch, waiting for the weed to take its effect. "I'm gonna beat his ass."
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Rashawn sat there, hitting the blunt and coughs. "This is some good shit. Your mom has good taste dude." He says before looking towards the stairs when he hears the door opening and then footsteps. "Dude we're fucked."
Mallory rushes downstairs and glares at the three boys, hands on her hips. "What the fuck did you guys do to Jamie."
All three boys now watched Mallory before Mario burst into laughter once more. "Okay bitch, first of all don't come to us with this attitude. You're not our mother." He motions to Rashawn and himself. "Second of all, the lil bitch deserved it." He admits.
Mallory steps towards the smaller Mexican boy, daggers in her eyes as Logan sinks into the couch, nowhere to go from his angry mother. Before he could talk to her, Rashawn stood up and between Mario and Mallory, placing a hand on her chest. "What he means to say is that Jamie couldn't mind his own business. Yea we got into your stash of pot and he wanted to snitch on us, he threatened to call the cops." He explains looking down at the enraged mother and holds up the joint in his other hand. "Look, we're sorry we got into your stash but we didn't want him to call the cops on Logan. He's our best friend."
Mallory looks at the tall dark man in front of her, his hand on her chest. She swipes the joint away from him and looks into his dark eyes now. "Well why did you assault him then?" She asks before looking towards Logan, who was terrified of her at the moment.
"Well he had the phone in his hand and we really needed to get our point across. Mario only hit him a few times to show this was serious business." Rashawn explains and watches Mallory take a hit of the blunt. "Logan can get major time for possession and use." He takes her hand and sighs.
"Yea, you think it's fair for you to smoke and Logan gets time for it? Think of it as a spanking for a naughty child." Mario says and eyes the beautiful mother up and down.
