A Gang Member

The situation at home changed suddenly, and John didn't know why. Or more accurately his mother had changed.

Two weeks ago the police department called him one afternoon during a break, his mother had been held hostage by some small gang on the bad side of town. Of course John panicked and made a bit of a scene, but the police explained that her mother was fine and now at the police station for questioning. John was allowed to go off and check in on her. At the police station they explained that your mother was held hostage for an hour before simply being let go. Luckily Fyre didn't suffer any injuries, only a few bruises on her wrist. However the police couldn't figure out why they had the whole thing to begin with, and your mother wasn't talking. Since there was no emergency, you didn't contact your older sister. She'd go ballistic, the worrywart that she is.

But, as the days went by, John noticed that his mom was acting more and more like another person.

"Are you okay, mom?" John asked when his mom came back inside, smelling of cigarette smoke.

"Fine, why?" She drained the last of the vodka from her glass and tossed it away.

"I don't know. You've been acting different." Maybe it was trauma, but she'd been much freer, drinking more and taking up smoking. She was also wearing scantier clothes and expensive lingerie more, often walking around half naked. John had also seen her doing odd things like looking over money more, buying gaudy jewels, and doing more skin care and such then she ever bothered with before.

She had also done some things John just couldn't make excuses for. Like swearing, when his mother never swore before. Or teasing him sexually, bending over in front of him, kneeling in front of him, watching his bulge.