Page 24 of Only Fans

He was moving about the room so fast it was clear that something was wrong, yet it was still taking me a minute to get my mind right. I was exhausted and slightly hungover, and my body was aching from head to toe. It took me a minute to wake all the way up to get a gist of what was going on.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I saw Reggie rushing to put his clothes on.

Then it dawned on me. Was his baby momma on the way? Was that the reason why he was in a state of panic?

“Damn girl, it looks like you had a rough ass night,” he roasted then laughed as I struggled to get out of bed. “I hate to rush you, but we gotta hurry up.”

“What’s going on? Is there a fire?” I asked as I heard my cellphone vibrating nonstop. “What time is it?”

“It’s eight-fifteen, and no, it’s not a fire. If I don’t hurry my ass up and leave soon there might be one.”

Picking my phone up and seeing that I had eight missed calls from Trista, twenty from Jamal, and eleven from my mom and a slew from other people had me feeling panicked now. Just as I was about to check my text messages, Reggie started rushing me to get dressed.

“You playin’ in your phone instead of getting ready!

What’s up with that, baby?” He fussed, handing me my clothes that were scattered on the floor throughout the bedroom area.

“I hate to rush you, but Brandi is in labor, and I have to leave now. She isn’t due for another month so this can’t be good. ”

“Oh, no! I hope everything is okay. If you need to leave now, I can see myself out. It’s cool, I’m not trippin’.”

“I’ll feel better if we leave together being that this doubles as my office, too.

That way I can lock up and not have to worry about any of the employees prying through my shit.

With me having to go to the hospital, I may not come back here today.

Oh, you good if I get you an Uber? I don’t have enough time to run you up north. ”

“Uh…yeah, an Uber is fine,” I responded. I didn’t expect him to carry me home when he needed to rush off to the hospital, so I wasn’t tripping.

If anything, I was more nervous about the walk of shame I was going to have to do once I made it back home.

I figured everyone was blowing my phone up because I dipped and left the party early, and I planned to catch up with them later.

As for Trista and Jamal, I didn’t have shit to say to either one of them at the moment, so I wasn’t pressed about calling them back.

I was more concerned about dealing with my mom once I got home ‘cause I was sure she was about to have a lot to say about me not coming home or calling or sending a text to say I would be out all night.

Making it home, I headed up to my front door.

To be my age, it was a shame I was this nervous to go home.

Making it inside, it was quiet, but I wasn’t surprised because I figured my dad wasn’t home.

Since my mom wasn’t at the front door waiting on me, I prayed that she was either in her home office or out running errands.

Taking a sigh of relief thinking I had dodged a bullet I wasted no time heading straight for my bedroom.

All I could think about was taking a long soak in the tub to soothe my aching body then chill and sleep for the rest of the day.

All of that was wishful thinking. As I opened my bedroom door, I nearly shit when I saw my mom sitting on my bed. She about scared the life out of me.

“Ma! Why you sittin’ in my room lookin’ like that?” I asked as I dropped my bag.

I had to brace myself because the look my mom had on her face had me lowkey scared. She was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at me like a manic dog, it was the scariest look I had ever seen on her face before.

Standing in my doorway I asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

My mom just sat there and stared at me for a few seconds longer not saying a word. She was really starting to creep me out. I was on such a high from last night and just like that she had managed to snatch my joy with her fun snatching ass. My mom was straight buggin’!

“Close the door, then come sit next to me,” she instructed.

“Tell me what’s wrong first. From the way you lookin’, you got me thinking that’s not a good idea,” I rebutted, and I was so serious.

My mom had a temper, and if she got mad enough, she was known to throw hands. I really wasn’t trying to get slapped by her again especially when I didn’t even know what was going on.

“Girl, bring yo hot ass in here and shut the damn door so your daddy don’t hear us talkin’!” my mom demanded.

“I thought he had to go in for work this morning?”

“Something came up.”

Sitting next to her on the bed, I asked for a third time, “What’s going on?”

She was looking like she had a long night, but not in a good way.

Taking a long, deep breath my mom said, “I’ma ask you a question, and I don’t want you to lie to me.

Before I ask you, I’m letting you know I already know the truth.

I just want to see if you’re gonna tell me the truth or sit in my face and tell me a bold face lie. ”

“Okay, what’s your question?”

“Are you selling your body for sex?”

“Ma!” I choked, feeling like the wind was knocked out of me. “What are you talking about? Is that really what you think of me?”

The vibe and tension in the room was so off I didn’t know what to think.

When my mom stood up, I flinched because I just knew she was going to take a swing at me.

When she didn’t hit me and instead walked over to my desk and logged into my desktop my heart started beating fast. My mind started going in circles trying to figure out what information could she have possibly known for her to ask me the question she had asked.

I had both of my parents blocked from all of my social media accounts so when she asked if I was selling myself for money, it threw me the hell off.

I had no idea what would make her ask me that and since she wasn’t volunteering that information to me, I was losing my mind trying to figure it out.

There was no way she could have found out about any of my adult content unless someone told it.

I couldn’t think of anyone that would run and snitch to my parents about anything I had going on.

It only took me a few minutes to know what had my mom so upset.

Once she had pulled up what she wanted to show me on the computer, she scooted back in the chair she was sitting in giving me a clear view of the screen.

She pulled up a bank statement and at first, I wasn’t tripping.

I figured I must have made a purchase and forgotten to use the secret account I had where all of the money I made from OnlyFans was deposited.

I must had bought something expensive and my mom was about to snap about how much it cost. That was my final guess, but boy was I wrong.

Here was where being the child of a prosecutor sucked.

When I took a closer look, I saw that the account that she pulled up was my secret account.

Her detective, sneaky ass done found some shit out that I knew for sure was on lock.

“OnlyFans, Tatiana?” my mom bellowed.

“Ma!”

“Ma my motherfucking ass! When that boy sent me pictures of you and that grown ass man hugged up tonight, I almost didn’t believe my eyes.”

“What boy?”

“Hmph, you really pissed that Jamal boy off because he didn’t stop there.

He then proceeded to send me all the profile pictures of your nasty ass social media sites and in all my life…

” she exclaimed, being all extra and dramatic.

“I never thought that MY CHILD would choose to become a sex worker of all the things in this world you could pick from! How could you, Tatiana?” my mom snapped as my dad walked into the room.

“Tatiana, I’m very disappointed in you. I done missed a whole day of work and my patients’ need me for this bullshit.

It is unacceptable for you to be selling your body for money.

I’m so upset with you I can’t even think straight enough to do my job, and that’s a first in almost thirty God damn years! ” my dad bellowed.

I couldn’t do anything but stand there with tears in my eyes blinking aimlessly like a deer caught in headlights.

I couldn’t believe Jamal did something so low down and foul.

In all the years he and I had been friends he knew better than anyone else how my parents, especially my mom was.

For him to snitch me out was a straight bitch move on his part.

Especially when he was looking pretty foul for how he was moving last night with Trista.

My mom then proceeded to pull up all these very erotic selfies and naked pictures she must have gotten from Jamal. As she was hoopin’ and hollerin’, ranting and raving, one thing led to another and what happened next wound up changing our lives forever.

“Then you have the audacity to walk your ass up in here smelling like badussy ‘cause you done fucked all night on that grown ass man! How much did he pay you?”

“Wow! Now that was a low blow!”

“Oh, really? How was it a low blow when that’s what you do?

He should be shamed! His ass is way too grown to be chasing behind your young tail when you’re still wet behind the ears.

You fresh out of high school laying up with a grown ass man who’s probably married.

And to think we were about to let you have your own place!

How did you become so fucking disrespectful and trifling? ” my mom yelled.

“You really think that low of me! You just believe any and everything you hear. While Jamal was busy telling you about what I had going on. Did he tell you how he slept with my friend at my party! You sittin’ there disrespecting me for the ops!”

When the words left my mouth, I realized I had made a mistake because my mom grabbed my collar, and before she could swing, I flinched.

She must have thought I was about to swing on her because she hit me with a hard left hook.

Next thing I knew, I tasted blood in my mouth, and before I knew it, we were fighting like cats and dogs in my bedroom.

My dad was shouting for us to stop, but it was to no avail.

My mom and I went at it like two strangers in the street as he continued to try to get us to stop.

All of a sudden, there was a loud noise.

It sounded like my dresser had fallen over making me and my mom stop to look to see what it was.

When I saw my dresser hadn’t fallen but that it was my dad, my mouth fell open.

He was lying on the floor behind us clutching his chest.

“Don’t just stand there… call 9-1-1!” my mom shouted as she ran to his side.

Standing there with my entire body shaking from the adrenaline from all that was going on, I locked eyes with my dad.

I was crying, my mom was wailing, and my dad was fighting to breathe with tears falling from his eyes.

Picking up my mom’s cellphone that was lying on my bed, I dialed 9-1-1 then locked eyes with my dad again.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” The dispatcher answered just as I watched my dad’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he stopped breathing.