Rebel
It’s been two days since I received the deposit from that crazy b***h, Martha. I made sure I got home early today to spend some time with my girls. Zia seemed to have had an eventful day, but I was not happy with what she was telling me. She kept talking about her ‘boyfriend', so I decided to question her. Whoever the little fucker is, he had better stay away from my baby girl. Every little boy is a threat to my peace now.
“... And what is his name? Do you know where he lives?” I ask her, and she scrunches her face like she is thinking. “You don’t need to answer your daddy, princess. Go wash your hands, it’s time to eat,” Trish says, and Zia nods and runs off. “You are not going to scare that little boy, Rebel,” Trish says, walking over to me. “Did I say I was going to?” I ask wit
