Pimp me out Mommy

Recovery

My prediction was correct. Brat indeed needed to recuperate for the entire day. It was nice to see her slowly come back to life throughout the day. She slurped that chicken and rice soup like she was Goldilocks eating a bowl of porridge from the Three Bears. She would need every ounce of nutrition.

She continued to thank me over and over again. I felt honored. I have this weird thing about me. Other people's approval really makes me feel valid as a person. I put myself to the side all of the time. I feel better making other people feel better. Maybe subconsciously I liked making others feel good, in hopes that they would be enticed and hooked on the pleasurable experience I provided them with.

I felt like her Savior in a fucked up way. I often think that my thoughts are twisted. Are they really that far from normal though? I provided her so much relief. I don't think it's wrong for me to be satisfied in being able to heal her aliments.

"Noni Bear, I know I said it so much, but thank you. I've been messed up off drinking before, but nothing like that. I really didn't feel like I overdid it, but I guess I did. I've never been so helpless." She professed.

I smiled softly.

"Girl, it's fine. That's what I'm here for. I got you, you got me. I do want you to be more careful. It wasn't fun watching you like that." I explained.

Brat looked a bit ashamed. That wasn't my intention, but it had to be said. I could tell my concern and disappointment in her really meant something to her.

"Plus it was kind of annoying not having you fully present for like two days. I've been wanting to tell you some stuff." I confessed.

"I'm sorry, I know. Next time, you can be the only one lit and I'll be the DD." She teased, but I knew she was serious.

"What's going on?" She asked.

I scoffed and laughed at her ridiculous comment. I had absolutely no interest in being the "DD." That would be something to appeal to her ideal of a night out. I'm never pressed to chemically alter my mind state. I'm even more opposed to such overwhelming social gatherings. Call me lame, I could care less.

"Thanks, but no thanks. You don't have to be the DD, because I won't be going anywhere else anytime soon. Fucking around with you, I missed my moms text. I've also been dying to tell you that Johnny made me put my number in his phone." I shared.

Brat rolled her eyes at my leading statement.

"For whatttttt though? You swear you're not going anywhere else. Mhmm ok." She sassed.

"Damn bro, I'm sorry I made you miss your mom's text. And wait what? Really?" She asked fully invested into my juicy details.

"It's cool bro, but it just made me feel bad. I just never know what's going on with her. I felt like I wasn't there for her. I'm not sure what she said. I was too scared to open the message. I felt shitty for not responding for so long."

I began to clench the insides of my cheeks. Thinking about what the message possibly could say was making me nervous.

"What the fuck? Check the phone bitch." She urged.

I lowkey tried to ignore that statement. I still wasn't mentally prepared. It was such a simple task, but guilt eats you up like a mother fucker. I switched the focus of the conversation to Johnny. I cowardly cleared my throat.

"But yeah, when you left me to get drinks, he told me I need to get out more and that we should link and stuff. He's all like, put your number in my phone. My dumbass went right along with it." I laughed, while making sure to a sarcastically put emphasis on the fact that she left me alone with Johnny to scout for drinks.