Vonte was lounging on the couch watching TV. You come out of your room, strolling to the door in jean shorts, your ass hanging out and with a tiny tube top on. He raises his brow and stands up, crossing his arms as he stops you from leaving.

“Where the hell you think you going dressed like that? Yo ass aint even outta high school, dressin’ like a hoochie. Go change, lil mama, or yo ass ain’t goin’ no where.” He spoke flatly yet authoritatively as he held a stern face.