By the end of the night, she had made over $800 and gotten numbers too. Evelyn felt good because she made money by doing what she was best at, making guys horny. She walked home and set her earnings and numbers on the night stand. She sadly got into bed because after such a good time out, she knew Abigail would make her go away for awhile.
The next morning, Abigail woke up feeling as if she had passed out. She couldn’t recall anything about the past day except talking to some Otis guy. She looked to the nightstand and saw a huge wad of cash and a pile of guys’ numbers. One note read: Had fun tonight. Call me back baby girl. 770-555-8984. Big Papa.
“Who the hell is Big Papa? And where did all the money come from? What the hell is going on?!!” Abigail thought. Still confused, she got dressed and went downstairs. Her mother was rushing to work and then started screaming at her.
“When I get home Abigail, we are going to have a huge talk! You can NOT come home anytime you want wearing slutty ass clothes. What the hell are you thinking?!! If you EVER, do that again, I will ring your neck right then and there. If you are not home at 6 o’clock tonight, you are kicked out of this house! I am tired of your bullshit!” And with that, her mother left the house and Abigail in shock. She had no idea what her mother was talking about. She didn’t even give Abigail a chance to explain.
To blow off some steam, she went to take pictures. She ended up spending all day taking pictures of Occupy and then the Forever 21 fire. It neared 6, so she started walking home but she saw this handsome young man walking into the theater. She followed him inside and heard a girl calling him Lucas. She immediately wanted to be close to him and was determined to meet him. She saw that a show was playing that night and decided to stay completely forgetting that she had to be home. Unfortunately, her mother didn’t forget and waited for Abigail until 8 o’clock. She had no other choice but to throw all of Abigail’s things out. She walked back into the house to hear the phone ringing.
“Hello. Mrs. Watson. This is Dr. Tanner and I have some news for you about Abigail.”
“I am sorry Dr. Tanner but I just kicked Abigail out of the house because even with therapy sessions with you, she is still acting out. You never did a damn thing to help her. I am no longer in need of your assistance. Thanks for wasting my time and money.”
“Wait. Mrs. Watson! I finally have a solution to Abigail’s problems. The times she acts out… Its not really Abigail acting out.”
“What the hell do you mean?! Don’t make excuses for the girl!”
“Mrs. Watson… I am afraid your daughter is schizophrenic.”
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