I was frantic.
The sound of her pitter patter was enough to make me shudder.
I hear a second pair of steps as well,
probably her client.
Mama was a ****.
"Kou, get down here!"
My body goes rigid for a moment, but I relax and hurry downstairs.
The Mother was not to be kept waiting.
.   .   .
I creep down the stairs, careful not to be noisy.
Mama hated that.
She was a tall, intimidating woman, standing at 5'11,
attractive body,
pretty face,
all you would expect out of a *** worker.
She points to all of the mess scattered across the house, her doing.
"Get to it. With haste."
She takes her client, a man who looks like he's in his late 20's
up to her room and closes the door.
.  .  .
Only 5 minutes after I start to clean, the man comes down and leaves out the door.
What a loser quick shot.
Mama stomps down the stairs and immediately gets in my face,
her breath reeking of smoke and alcohol.
.  .  .
The beating was quicker this time, but I still felt the burning hatred inside of me.
I was going to **** that *****.