A Protected Girl

4

They woke up with little to no memory of the night. " *grunts* I had a strange dream last night Lawerence was driving us home." Cleo said. Mimi was so sick she could barely talk. "He..did.." She says in a faint voice.
The whole day was spent taking care of Mimi after a while Cleo had to head home. She thought she was going to be able to relax at home little did Cleo know she was wrong. Her mother came in her room door. "Before you kick back I need you to watch your little cousin Latoya for an hour while I run errands." She says.
Latoya walks in always mad at the world true definition of a spoiled brat. She's 8 with pink highlights why? Because she's a SPOILED BRAT! Where are her parents you may ask, well they both work no surprise. Her mom runs a catering business in her home and her dad is in and out of the picture let's say he makes it up by spoiling her. You would've thought Latoya had friends to play with no surprise that they all are too busy to play. Or maybe they're too busy to hear her gloat about getting new and better things then them.
Latoya stands there with her arms folded. "So what you want to do?" Cleo asked. "I want to play on your iphone I broke mines yesterday." Latoya says. Cleo didn't like her attitude. "No I'm not your parents I'm not going to give my phone with that attitude." Cleo said. Latoya demanded, "Give me your phone! Don't make me tell your mom about your ex." Cleo could feel her temperature rising. She gave the brat $50 for her to keep her mouth shut. Cleo's uncle is a cop and knows Russ too well he's been to jail and on parole. Exposing their relationship ever will cause chaos, talk about trust issues.
Cleo threw her phone to Latoya. "Take it you brat, if you were a good child your dad wouldn't be throwing his police money at you he would visit you." She says. Believe it or not Cleo instantly regret saying it that was a low blow. But it's not like she didn't deserve it.
After two hours Cleo is free of her babysitting duty. Time to sit back and relax. The doorbell rings and she lays there probably for her mom or some lame advertising company. "Cleo!" Her mother shouted.
Standing at the door looking cocky as usual putting on the same fake smile and the nice guy look. His strong cologne with a mixed smell of weed and his two tattoos showing bright as day. Cleo was angry at his present it's so repulsive. "Russ what are you doing here?"  Cleo asked. "Uh, you text me saying you wanted me to come over." Russ said. What text? Cleo thought to herself. That little brat, Latoya!
"Um, I, I will leave you two to talk alone." Cleo's mother said. Russ sits on the couch and Cleo remain infuriated at his presence as soon as her mother went to her room she unleashed hell on him. "I didn't text you that was my bratty cousin that texted you that! Why would I ever ever want to see your ass after you cheated on me! You don't know the pain, the humiliation, the days I cried!"  She shouted. He remained calm and unbothered. "You should've just ignored my message like you did that night you cheated on me! Now please get out my house." She says she felt the tears rolling down her face. Showing a sign of weakness she ran off.