The Man Is Mine| 18+

Chapter 6: Telling Mamá

Last night I could barely sleep. I only slept an hour because I simply just couldn't stop thinking about what went down between Michael and I!

Oh my goodness how slutty of me was it to give in and let him fuck me! Now he's gonna think I'm another whore using him for fame and money! Oh Birdy how the fuck can you be so stupid?

You could've at least controlled yourself a bit but instead slutty Birdy from high school took over. I was called that all 4 years of high school but I deserved it.
Why? You ask... because I did a very evil thing. Two things to be exact.

I slept with my best friends's boyfriend because she had told people freshman year that I had gotten pregnant by a senior and had gotten an abortion. It was not true! The only part that was true was the pregnancy part. I got pregnant by being a little hoe and having sex with her boyfriend and to make matters worse... I didn't get an abortion, Karma came to bite me in the ass and I miscarried. It was a nightmare, I couldn't live with myself. But I deserved all of that. Yes miscarrying is a nightmare and no woman should ever have to experience that but it's a part of life. It happens. It really fucked with me mentally and I'll never be able to forget that but I had Tommy now.
All my problems disappeared the day he was born
*** 8AM

"!Birdy mi amor despiértate y cuéntame que paso en el concierto!"
(Birdy my love wake up and tell me what happened at the concert!) My mom said sweetly.

"Bueno Mamá nos divertimos muchísimo y yo me subí al escenario" I said so very calm and collected.
(Well mom we had a lot of fun and I went up on stage)

"!NO JODAS ABRIELLE! TÚ NO HICISTE ESO!"
(Don't fuck with me Abrielle you didn't do that)

"Sí mama lo hice... y bueno tuve relaciones con Michael en su vestidor, pero obviamente antes de eso los niños tuvieron la oportunidad de conocer a Michael"
(Yes mom I did and... I had sex with Michael in his dressing room but obviously before that the kids had an opportunity to meet Michael)

"¡NO ME MIENTAS! Princesa estás fumando hierba de nuevo?"
(DON'T LIE TO ME! Princess are you smoking weed again?

"No Mamá te lo juro! Todavía le estoy dando pecho a Tommy, en serio crees que yo voy a arriesgar la vida de mi hijo con hierba?!
(No mom I swear! I'm still breastfeeding. Do you really think I'd risk my son's life my smoking weed?)

"¡Hija por favor todo esto es una locura!"
(Daughter please this is too crazy)

"Bueno mamá si no quieres creer entonces pregúntale a los niños a donde Michael los invitó mañana"
( Well mom if you don't believe me then ask the kids where Michael invited them tomorrow)
I handed my mom the paper Michael had slipped in my boobs last night.

"¿Que coño es esto Abrielle?!"
(What the fuck is this Abrielle?)

I began to laugh my ass off.

"Mom it's Michael's number! He slipped it into my boobs last night!" I laughed.

"!AY POR FAVOR ABRIELLE!! CUALQUIER PERSONA HUBIERA ECHO ESTO!"
( Oh please Abrielle anyone could do this)

"Si no me crees entonces llámalo"
(If you don't believe me call him)

My mom jumped off my bed and quickly ran into her bedroom to get her cellphone.
She snatched the paper from me and began typing in Michael's number.