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.
"Yeah, but Jamie is eighteen, he's too old for that treatment." She tries to protest to the two men, now blushing as Rashawn guides her to the couch by hand. "You three are older and could get assault charges."
"Yea so?" Rashawn says and sits next to her on the edge. "Look at Logan, he just wanted to smoke pot with us and now we're talking about charges. We saved him from jail time and you from having to see him behind glass."
Mallory looks down and takes another hit from the blunt before passing what little left to Logan. "I guess that's true, Jamie can use a little tough love since his dad is always drunk." She looks at the dark man and blushes. "How do you know so much? You don't have kids?"
Mario and Logan watch as the heat in the room grows, as well as their buzz. "Well my mother is a crack whore and my father left when I was young. So I had to take care of my little sister when I was just a kid." He lies through his teeth, as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey. He places a hand on her thigh and sighs. "I'm just thankful to have met Logan and Mario who help me get through these tough times."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear. I know it's rough to have your childhood stolen from you." She says and hugs the boy close, her perfume intoxicating his nostrils. "You must have missed out on so much." She says feeling herself give in to the cannabis.
"Well I couldn't really have a girlfriend or anything, no dances no time really. All my time was devoted to my sister." He explains and reaches around her to hold her close. Logan shakes his head as Mario grins and lights a cigarette.
"A boy like you shouldn't have lost the wonders of love." Mallory says and lays her hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes.
"No no nope nu uh! This isn't happening." Logan stands up and looks at the two on the couch. "This is my mom and you guys are my friends. Fuck no this isn't going to happen." He glares at them, a small pain in his heart.
