"You never tell me where you are going or when you will be back. Gallivanting all hours of the day and night with all sorts of strange men.I told you from the time you were young to never be alone in a room with a man. It isn't proper, and what do you do? You have your boss lie and say you were sick, taking advantage of my good will. Then you go to a different state, with a boy you've known for maybe a week, and get a hotel room alone with him. Not to mention the way you were dressed you looked like a hooker. With that type of behavior you have, you are asking something to happen to you."
The thought that my own mother thinks I'm a whore makes me feel an indescribable despair. My heart suddenly feels like a heavy weight.
Alexi slams his mug on the table, coffee threatening to spill over the lip.
"Don't you dare speak to her that way."
"I will speak to my daughter however the hell I want!"
