You have a collect call from Junior........ Was all I heard as I laid cross my bed. My son had went to school to be a lawyer why the f**k was he in jail.
Hello?? Junior, Junior, Jerome what the hell is going on? I questioned my son as he talked over me. Momma I am in Jail please come get me. He cried as I looked at Rome coming into my room with nothing on but his boxers. We call our self back together but with a limit.
Momma I'm in Jail I just need you to post bail I'll pay you back please. Okay but why are you in Jail? I yelled over him. Mom please I will explain later. No you need to explain now before I kill your ass. Why are you in Jail? Mom please He cried as Rome took the phone from me.
Talking to our son he had a uneasy look on his face. Jumping out of bed I put on my sweat pants
