“Calm your t**s girl. Let it get cold a bit and then you can have as much as you want.” I tell her. She pouts but nods her head in understanding.
“Good girl.” I tell her and move on to cleaning the kitchen and loading the sink with all the dirty utensils I used to bake.
“So babe. Don’t think I didn’t notice the bruises on your back and all around your torso. Tell me.... unless you aggressively f****d someone something happened and I want to know what!!!” She demands.
I swallow.
When she gets angry she’s the worst person you want to cross.
“Those ?? They are nothing!!” I tell her.
“You’re lying to me and I want to know why!!! I am not a kid and please for the love of God and Mary and all the angels up there tell me the truth. That’s all I ask. The bruises on your back look old and un
