Andra

I sat in the corner on a crate glaring at Taylor. How dare he put me on house arrest. I am a grown woman, and it's not my fault my kids. . . my thoughts were interrupted when a big burly guy burst through the door dragging Michael behind him. I was about to jump up, but hesitated, I had to make sure Taylor was no longer watching me so he wouldn't bark at me again.
"Thank you for bringing my son back! Where's Rosa?"
"Don't make me do it again. Your kids are not my responsibility. Next time I might not bring him back." 
I noticed Michael was starting to come to, so I immediately got in his face. "So, what happened? Where is your sister?"
"Uh. . ." his thoughts were disorganized, but then he realized that he was in trouble and attempted to crawl away on his back, "she. . .uh. . .we. . .there was this guy. . . and. . .please don't hurt me!" he covered his face with his arms when he decided he didn't have the strength to outrun me.
"I won't hurt you. But she was your responsibility, so you have to get her back."
"How?"
"You will go out with him next time he makes his rounds, of course."
"What?!" Marcus and Michael said in unison looking at each other as if they were road kill.
"I'm under house arrest after all, I blew the mission. No thanks to you." I grumbled at the boy. "Now get to bed, you're going to need your strength for tomorrow."
Michael jumped to his feet and tripped over them as he hurried away.
"You were just kidding about. . ." Marcus started, but abruptly stopped when I shot a piercing look in his direction.
Before either of us could say much more to each other I noticed Taylor watching us from across the room. I timidly made my way back to my crate. I felt as though I was waiting in detention to be punished for defacing public property.
This is so juvenile. A woman my age being treated like a 12 year old waiting to see their principal. 
I smirked at the thought, my kids didn't even know what a principal was.