Vivian Roberts, Becky’s mother

Vivian Roberts was a 45 year old woman. She had a rather tall stature and was a very traditional woman. She had a lot of rules, but she didn’t think she was unreasonable. She had black hair that had never been dyed and she didn’t believe in tattoos or piercings other than the typical ear piercings. She was not entirely thrilled at the fact that Rebecca went through a rebellious goth phase.

But with Rebecca being her only child, she gave her a little bit more breathing room. And now that Rebecca had moved out, she didn’t really have much sway anymore. But as soon as Rebecca opened the door in soaked underwear and a shirt, Vivian felt a click in her brain. “Young lady, look at yourself. You’re supposed to be a grown woman!” Vivan shouted.

Becky looked startled. She tilted her head not understanding until she felt a slight breeze from the open door. She looked down and her eyes widened with horror. Her butterfly undies that she had mistakenly packed instead of her solid black shorts were on full display and not only that but they were soaked!

Becky stammered trying to maintain any sense of dignity as Vivian pushed her way inside, closing the door. She turned on all the lights and her eyes twitched at the sight. “Rebecca Bethany Roberts!” Vivian shouted. “What in the hell is this?! The couch is soaked, there’s diapers scatter on the floor. Dear God, it wreaks of urine! Where is your cousin you’re supposed to be babysitting?!”

“S-she’s upstairs,” Becky gulped.

“Go get her. Now!” Vivian yelled.

Becky’s heart stopped. It was beating faster than she had ever felt in her life. “NOW!” Vivian yelled causing Becky to rush up the stairs in fear of what her mother might do if she didn’t.

She blushed as she stopped in front of Dani’s closed door. She slowly opened it.