[ your mom's POV ]
i sighed as i sat on the couch watching my criminal shows. my head began to ache and i needed to take something before it got too much worse.
i walked into the kitchen and opened up the medicine cabinet looking for the ibuprofen. no sign of it. i stood there thinking of where it could've gone. there's no way we're out, i just bought a brand new bottle a couple days ago.
then the lightbulb flashed. y/n had it up in her room because of her cramps, she must've forgot to bring it downstairs.
i walked up in her room and admired how clean and tidy she kept it. proud mother moment, dont mind me. i looked on her dresser and didn't see it. looked on her nightstand and didn't see it.
now the only other place i could think of it being is her little drawer by her bed. i don't wanna open it because im pretty sure that's like a personal drawer. but, im her mother, we can relate.
i walked to the other side of her bed and stopped when i saw a hoodie on the ground. i picked it up and looked at it.
it was a pretty maroon color and had the word "OBEY" written across it.
i looked at the tag and saw the initials 'S.M' on it.
hm. now im curious.
i shrugged that off and opened up the drawer by her bed.
"aha!" i chanted as i grabbed the ibuprofen bottle out of her drawer.
as i was walking out, i grabbed her trash bag from the garbage can in her room to throw away in our outside garbage can.
as i grabbed it, i saw something every mother dreads seeing. my stomach began to cramp up and my headache got worse.
what might it be?
a used condom.
-
oh shawny boy you've been bad.
