Page 27 of Swamp Princess

Another voice chimes in, this one much quieter, but the venom in his voice is still there. “I want the real thing, Luc, not this whore.”

I know my mother must be really wasted to allow these men to talk over her like that. I know if she was any bit coherent, she would say something to them.

“My son is getting her kicked out, and when she comes begging for a second chance, then I will make her the offer.”

“I don’t want to wait.” The second man says. “I want her now.”

“Leo, patience was never your strong suit, and it will happen.” Lucas is assured that I will be begging him, which makes me wonder what Kingston is planning.

“She would catch a pretty penny down at the sales.” The unknown man says. My blood runs cold and the thought of being sold like some whore is scary. These men are involved with things only whispered about in the swamps, but they may also be the reason why some girls from the swamps just disappeared without a trace.

I lean against the trailer to where they won’t see me and wait. I have nowhere to go until I talk to the woman who birthed me. The sun sets by the time they leave, and I get up and walk inside.

“Mom?” I hear her in the bedroom, and I slowly walk to the back to see her still on her stomach with drying cum between her thighs. “Mom, wake up.” I kick the end of the bed.

Her head jerks to the side and her bloodshot eyes meet mine. “Oh, look, the little bitch is back.” She rolls to her side and attempts to keep her eyes on me.

Not really wanting to waste time with her, my head is spinning with questions. I blurt it out. “Did you have a baby before me?”

Her eyes widen with surprise before she outright sobs. “My poor baby boy. My poor sweet boy. He was perfect, unlike you. He looked like his father.” I watch her sob through her words as she pukes on her bed. She disgusts me, but I turn and go to the kitchen, filling a glass with water and ice and reaching for some Tylenol.

“Drink this slowly, but don’t take the Tylenol until you come down off your high.” I don’t bother handing her the cup, instead, placing it on the nightstand. Last time she threw it in my face. “What was his name?”

My mother’s head swivels back and her speech is more slurred, but I can still understand it. “It..don’t… matter… you don’t…deserve to know.” Her head lolls again, and she closes her eyes. It wasn’t long before I hear her snoring.

I want to ask so much more. What did he look like? Does she have photos? Photos: Making sure she is asleep, I dig under her bed. After a while, I know she doesn’t have anything and almost give up until an idea pops into my head.

I’ve never actually checked under her mattress. Moving slowly, I reach under her mattress, feeling around. Just before I give up, I feel the tip of a photo. I slowly move it out and I see something I wasn’t expecting.

The photo is faded, but it is unmistakably my mother. She is sitting on some steps in front of a building I don’t recognize. She is holding a baby in her arms, and I can tell that it is a little boy. She looks so happy, and the baby is smiling. He is a little darker than I am, and looks to be around seven months to one year old.

I take the photo and move through the trailer to my room. I check my phone, seeing Blaise has finally messaged me back. He told me he would see me tonight at the trap house.

Sighing, I start to pick out the outfit I want to wear tonight. If I can get Blaise to come back with me, maybe he can help me with

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The club is already in full swing when I enter. I decided to go with my tightest leggings and a crop top with bugs bunny on it. I let my hair hang in waves and did a smokey eye look to match the color of my shirt, and topped it with red lipstick and a black fitted hat.

For shoes, I went with some black and white converse. I know Blaise loves this look and I want his attention, but since I’ve been here, I have yet to see him.

“Brinley, your usual?” Lank is behind me and I smile.

“Yes.” I turn and hold out my arms for him to hug me. Lank is one of the few guys who really doesn’t belong here. He is amazing and kind. “Have you seen Blaise, Lank?”

His eyes immediately shift. Lank was never one to be able to lie about anything. “I have, but Brinley, please, leave me out of it.”

“Lank, where is he?”

“Like I said, leave me out of it. I’m going to make your drink.” Lank walks away and my eyes follow his only to collide with Kingston.

What the fuck and why the fuck is this asshole in a trap house?

He smirks and walks over to me. “There ya are, princess. Looking for your man. I know where he is.” He pulls back from me with a smile.

“Where is he?”

“Ah, I don’t think you will like it very much, but if you really must know, he is in the back room.” Kingston sounds so happy with himself that I know he isn’t lying. I walk toward the back. The one and only room that Lank leaves open in his house for people; his parents room. He hates them and encourages all the nasty shit to happen in their room.

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