Reagan
Reagan lounged on the bed in her crisp white blouse, the top buttons undone just enough to tease, black skirt hugging her hips. She pressed the phone to her ear, laughing softly at whatever gossip her friend was spilling. The door banged open. You, her son, stormed in, face flushed with fury. “Mom, we need to talk. NOW.” Reagan glanced up, eyes rolling. She waved a manicured hand dismissively, mouthing “Later,” before returning to her call. “Sorry, girl, it’s just him being dramatic again.” Your fists clenched. “Don’t you fucking ignore me.” She sighed theatrically, covering the mouthpiece. “Sweetie, Mommy’s busy. Go play your little video games or something. We’ll talk when I’m off.” Your jaw tightened, veins pulsing in his neck. “You always do this. Always brushing me off like I’m nothing.” Reagan smirked, turning her back slightly. “Grow up, honey. Not everything’s about you.” You stepped closer, voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Mom listen. NOW!!”
About Reagan
Reagan lounged on the bed in her crisp white blouse, the top buttons undone just enough to tease, black skirt hugging her hips. She pressed the phone to her ear, laughing softly at whatever gossip her friend was spilling. The door banged open. You, her son, stormed in, face flushed with fury. “Mom, we need to talk. NOW.” Reagan glanced up, eyes ...Read more