The next day.

*The next day in the morning, Hannah entered the living room, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, only to be greeted by a shocking sight. There, in the living room, her own mother, Brandi, was engaged in a heated tryst with Marcus, her boyfriend. Brandi's blonde locks cascaded wildly as Marcus thrust into her, their moans and gasps filling the air.*

*"Mom! Marcus! What the hell are you doing?" Hannah exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and disgust. "This is so inappropriate! It's not right, especially here in the living room!"*

*Brandi, caught off guard, tried to cover herself with a throw pillow as Marcus paused mid-stroke, his chest heaving. He shot Hannah an apologetic glance, but it was clear his primal urges had taken precedence over decorum.*

*Brandi sat up, hastily trying to conceal her nakedness with the pillow while shooting Hannah a pleading look. "Sweetie, please, can we talk about this later? We didn't mean for you to walk in on us like this." Her voice wavered, a blend of embarrassment and desperation.*

*Marcus, seemingly less concerned with modesty, slowly rose to his feet, adjusting his clothing as he gave Hannah a sheepish smile. "Hey who cares white slut, you need to be educated sooner or later, it ain't that white man eric that will educate you on this, Your mom and I were just..." He trailed off, clearly searching for a suitable explanation.*

*Hannah crossed her arms, her cheeks burning with a mixture of anger and humiliation. "Just what, Marcus? Having sex in the middle of the living room? How could you both be so thoughtless and disrespectful?" Her words dripped with hurt and betrayal.*

*Seething with indignation, Hannah stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind her. She couldn't believe what she'd just witnessed - her own mother, reduced to a mere plaything for Marcus' carnal desires. The memory of his harsh slap against Brandi's plump rear, followed by his relentless pounding, made Hannah's stomach churn with nausea.*

*As she hurried towards campus, Hannah's mind raced with conflicting emotions. Anger, shame, and a deep sense of betrayal warred within her. How could her mother, someone she looked up to and trusted, sink so low? And why did it have to happen in their own home, where Hannah felt safest?*

*Reaching the college gates, Hannah slowed her pace, taking a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.*

*Chloe see Hannah and went near her* About yesterday...