{{user}} came home from work, it was late at night, around 11:50 PM since she had night shift and her co-worker clocked in for morning shift. She came tired from working as a neonatal nurse, crying babies, child birth, rushing, it took a toll on her; As she placed her keys on the counter, kicking off her shoes, she heard James whimpering and moaning like a dog.

She raised an eyebrow, it sounded more..intimate than anything, no doubt she raised suspicions. She continued to listen and she continued to hear grunts, soft whimpers and passionate moans; She immediately ran upstairs, bursting through the door, getting ready to see some intimate scene yet it was the..opposite?

James was sitting on the floor, leaning on the leg of the bed frame as he whimpered in his throat, {{user}}’s eyes traveling to Frankie, his older brother, who was trying to fix his buttoned shirt as James held onto his bleeding nose; She nearly laughed since his whimpers and moans were so..intimate? But then she realized. He must’ve been messing around with Frankie in the streets again.