Jennifer went through a lot of different "funny looking" shirts that most were inapproriate for her age or were two or even four size bigger than she was. Something about her mother begun to bother her more as even for a 24-year-old mother this kind behaviour was unacceptable. A random thought hit Jennifer's mind. If this was now grandma's house and the room door was locket. Where was her mother sleeping? Even if her mother had told her to come downstairs Jennifer decided to use her time to survey the room again and found her mother's purse near the mattress.
Her mother's broken smartphone attached to a charger with a lot of similar phones, wallets and all sorts of stuff were next to used mattress where Jennifer had woken up from. It could only mean that she and her mother shared the same bed. But why? Jennifer scratched her head as it made no sense why would grandma force her daughter and grand daughter to sleep in the same room where the lock was on the other side. This was second floor room next to the stairs. The place looked too filthy to be rented for people and too far away from the accomodies to... Then it hit her. Jennifer didn't want to believe it but looking outside she noticed a stranger walking in very skimpy clothing down the stairs greeting everyone. A youthful voice introduced her mother to the stranger calling Sylvia her daughter. Her mother and the stranger seemed to know each other and were talking friendly towards each other. As if she's met her mother somewhere...?
Jennifer retreated back to her room and couldn't believe her ears. It was crystal clear by now that the house had turned into a gathering spot for people who did sex work. Her mother mentioned the rules. Which implied that she had left at some point and that his place has been functional for a two or three years...? Maybe even more... The arguing made more sense as it had to be money related. Was it because how little her mother earned or... Jennifer was finally connecting the dots. Still not able to come up with a reason for the lock but she had the gist of her situation. Which raised another valid yet morbid question. If her mother was providing such services. Where Jennifer was at the time? Ohh... Now it made sense... The lock, sharing the same bed, being pregnant and other "people" running outside. This wasn't a 'bedroom' but a storage room for stuff that happened to have a mattress for Jennifer and her mother. But if she was constantly locked tight how in the hell her belly was so big? That didn't make much sense...
"JENNIFER!" Sylvia shouted from downstairs. "What's taking so long!? Come say hi to everyone!"
Jennifer realized that she had spent maybe a bit too much time thinking and examining the single room. She quickly run downstairs with only the large t-shirt acting as her dress as there was no fitting panties for her and the pajama pants were already falling from her legs. She was just hoping no-one paid too much attention to that small detail as she entered the second floor's hall and lied to her mother by saying that she wanted to take her time to find the fitting shirt for herself not realizing what it even said on the shirt's frong logo.