8:00 P.M.
As I was in my bedroom, stripping down to my bikini because one guy said that he wants me to dance on the strip pole, my cellphone rung.
I looked at the screen and realized that it was my mother. I instantly answered.
"Mom…" I started saying.
"Hey, baby, just wondering if you are okay." My mom said.
"Yeah, I'm okay…" I said, nervously.
"Are you sure? You don't sound okay." Mom said.
Then, we both heard loud music.
"What is that?" Mom asked me.
I then began to panic.
"It's…just…um…the radio blaring downstairs. I left it running so that I could listen to it." I told Mom, nervously.
"Baby, do you want me to call Captain Man and tell him to come down there and stay with you until I come home at ten?" Mom asked me.
"Mom, I'm not a baby anymore. I don't need a superhero to come down here and babysit me." I told my mother.
"But, if you do need him, you've got his phone number." Mom told me, reassuringly as I was now crying.
"I know, Mama. Love you." I said.
"Love you my angel." My mom said.
Then, I hung up.
I then laid down on the bed and cried myself out.