Hennessy

Mother

Hennessy POV

My eyes fluttering open at the sound of my alarm. The time being 5:45. Getting the large bowl before filling it with warm water. Sighing out I make my way to my grandmother's bedroom. "Good morning grandma" I smile, "mo...morning Angel" she says hoarsely, "slept well?" , "I did" she whispers. Going back to sleep as usual, I begin undressing her to give her a bath and change her diaper. It is a routine I have gotten used to. Finishing up my first part of the day I wake Noah up for school.

Making my way back to the kitchen I begin preparing breakfast, and Noah's lunch. Mixing the bowl of oatmeal before striding back to the bedroom, I feed my grandmother her breakfast. Being done, Noah is ready for school as well. "All done?" I question, nodding his head, "have everything packed?" I question, he tiredly nods his head. "Okay then" I say making my way towards him. Giving him a kiss on his forehead as I fix his collar, "enjoy your day, and you go ACE that test, got it?" I smile, "yeah" he smiles. "I love you!" I shout, "love you too" .

Cleaning up the place and doing the dishes from breakfast, I  go out for my run and usual workouts. Looking at the contract, signing it is a risk considering that they may decide they don't want to work with me anymore; however the place offered me more money that I never earned working at the 4 clubs. Also offering me an allowance to buy quality lingerie which I like. The headsets playing loud as I run down the streets of New York. Stopping in my tracks at the sound of the phone ringing, my brows furrow at the fact that it's Noah's school. "Hello?" I breathe heavily.....

Getting to the school still in my workout clothes, Noah seated at the principal's office benches, his face red and another kid with a black eye and a bloody nose sat far from him, both his parents standing next to him as they sent me a glare. "Uhm, ma'am, you may all go in the principal's office" the lady at the reception says. Getting in the office, plopping down the seat. The boys sitting behind us. "Good morning, my apologies for pulling you out of whatever you may have been busy with. I called you in here because Noah and Marcus here got into a fight this morning after the bus dropped them off" the principal says making my eyes widen. " It seems Noah punched Marcus twice and proceeded to tackle him onto the ground" he says making me look behind me, "YOU LYING HE STARTED IT IN THE BUS!" Noah yells angrily, my eyes wide, "this is the 4th time Noah has gotten into a fi-" "THEY ALWAYS THE ONES STARTING WITH ME, I'M JUST DEFENDING MY-" "NOAH!" I yell cutting him off, "is that how I raised you to speak to adults?" I question, tears in his eyes, "but he started it, you don't know what he said" he cries. Looking back to the principal, "sir, my son is not a violent person, there must be something that may have prompted th-" "oh we can clearly tell where he learnt his behaviour from, it is quite obvious what we are dealing with here" the boy's mom says making me raise my eyebrow. "Excuse me?" I say looking her way making her look away, "listen, if you have something to say you will talk to me directly" "OR WHAT! OR W-" "TRY ME" I spit as her husband held her back. The principal interjecting, "listen Miss Jones, my hands are tied at this point, we have no choice but to place your son on a week suspension" "WHAT! you didn't even let him explain himself" I spit, raising his hand in surrender. "All of you can suck a dick and die?" I spit making my way out as Noah followed behind me.

Walking down the street in frustration, damn I wish I had my car back. Our walk filled with silence. Finally a minute away from home, I still could not contain my furry, "are you going to tell me why you hit that kid" I snap. Remaining silent at my words, " I know I said something, you better speak up!" I spit, "no reason" he sasses. Looking over to him, "who the hell do you think you talking to!", his jaw clenched, "NOAH I'M TALKING TO YO-" "IF I HAD MY DAD AROUND AND YOU WOULD STOP ACTING LIKE HE DOES NOT EXIST HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE DEFENDED ME!" He yells before picking his pace up, my eyes widen as furry filled me. "Boy if your dad was fucken here your ass wouldn't be alive" I yell, "he didn't want your ass, he wanted me to unalive you the moment I told him, is that what I should have done! Because trust me my life wouldn't be this shitty if I had" I spit instantly regretting my words. Huffing out as we made it by the apartment building, completely ignoring me he runs up to the building. Breathing in and out in anger. 'Fuck Henrietta, what the fuck is wrong with you' my subconscious yells. Making my inside our apartment, Noah slamming the bedroom door. "I HATE YOU!" He yells, "and I don't give a fuck!" I yell back. "Since you don't have a reason for fighting and why you out here acting like you don't have no Damn sense, you are also grounded for the next 3 weeks! Fucken brat!" I yell.....