Bang!
I awoke to a very loud banging sound from down stairs.
"You want a drink baby?" I heard my mom ask.
"Yea give me what ever you got babe."
I can hear cabinets slamming as my mom goes to her liquor place. Knowing that they're coming up stairs after their drinks, I get up put on my night shorts over my boy short panties and grab my phone, Mr. Gibbs (my teddy bear), my huge purple princess blanket and pillow. I make my way down stairs to the couch.
As I past the kitchen I caught a glimpse of the guy she brought home tonight. He's kinda tall, light skinned and has to much jewelry on at one time.
Apparently he caught a glimpse of me to because I hear ask about me.
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The Possessive Werebear
FantasyLayla Rea Merritt has had a terrible childhood sense she was four. Her dad left them for a striper when she was ten, and her mom became a drunk and abuser who came home with different men every other night; and left her alone for weeks on end. All...
