Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Oh shit.” I mumbled under my breath, the boy was going off script.
Now the murmurs were turning into sounds of outrage.
“Such a slut was dear old mom that when she turned up pregnant at fifteen she had no idea who the father of her child was.” It was then Marion jumped to her feet and started demanding security to remove the young man who had obviously been paid by someone out to discredit her.
No one paid her any mind they were too busy trying to hear every word of the young man’s discourse. Cameras rolled and flashbulbs went off.
Some people were even using their cell phones to record.
“If that wasn’t bad enough, she found a gullible aunt and uncle to take responsibility for her mistake with the promise that if they footed the bill for her education she would one day come back for that child.”
Kitten was crying and holding onto me as she listened to her friend tell his story of abuse at the hands of the people who had promised to care for him but who had lost all interest when their niece reneged on their deal and instead of coming back for him abandoned her son in a most spectacular way.
“I guess I should thank you for not flushing me mom. Congratulations on all you’ve achieved.” With that he left the podium.
The place was in an uproar. Marion went from being lauded to shunned in the space of five minutes.
I guess most could forgive a fifteen year old girl her indiscretions but they couldn’t overlook the woman turning her back on her own blood once she’d made it.
I grabbed Kitten and headed for the door but not before making eye contact with Marion one last time.
Josh refused my offer to come back to the apartment, he just wanted to be alone he said but he’d be by tomorrow.
I took Kitten home with plans to put her to bed early. She was still a little raw yet and tonight had been a bit too much.
When we reached the apartment, she just crawled into my lap and cuddled while I held her close and soothed her.
“Are you okay baby, it wasn’t too much?”
“No, I’m fine. I just feel so bad for Josh. What an awful woman.” We sat in silence after that before I took her to bed and loved her until she fell asleep.
The next day as I was coming down the hallway, I caught her standing outside the playroom door trying to open it. I ducked into the nearest room and watched her.
I didn’t know what to make of it when her shoulders slumped and she walked away dejected.
***
The next few days, we were getting back to normal. Josh started his new job and I went back to work leaving Kitten home alone.
That first night when I got home she was packing. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.” She moved around the room throwing things into bags, her face like a storm cloud.
“Come again?”
“I said I’m leaving. Which part of that didn’t you understand?” She raised her voice to me for the first time and I felt my blood start to heat up.
“Put that down.” I took the clothes from her hands and she swung at me. What the fuck?
“Settle down, what’ gotten into you?”
“I don’t want to be here with you anymore you make me sick I hate you.” She was screaming and yelling and acting like she’d lost her damn mind, which apparently she had if she thought she was leaving me.
“Too fucking bad you’re not going anywhere.”
“You can’t stop me, now let me go you, you, asshole.” Her eyes widened when she said the word, I bet it was the first time she’d ever said that word in her life.
Whatever, I’d had enough of her shit. I’ve been walking around on eggshells for days trying to give her what she wanted and this was the fucking thanks I get, fuck that.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” I pulled her over to the bed and she struggled and swore some more. I pulled down the jeans she was wearing. I’m burning those shits as soon as I was done with her ass.
“You, do, not, ever, speak, to, me, like, that, ever.” I spanked her ass after each word. She wailed and kicked and thrashed around on my lap but I turned a deaf ear to her pleas.
When her ass was red and hot to the touch and my hand stung I came back to my senses. What the fuck was I doing?
I started to turn her over to apologize then I felt the wetness on my thigh. It had soaked through my pants. She was getting off on this.
I decided to test her to see if I was right. I dragged her down the hallway to the playroom. Fishing the keys out of my pocket I unlocked the door and pulled her inside. I locked the door and walked across the room.