Reyna Raquel. I already know you've spoken to your brother and sister, so you can stop sending me to voicemail.

Have you lost your fool ass mind? I know you know how your father and I got woken up this morning... our phones lit up like Christmas trees and buzzing off the nightstand getting them nasty ass pictures and videos of you. The same ones all over the internet, along with our addresses. Now you got these sick motherfuckers calling your daddy's phone and leaving messages about what they wanna do to you and some stupid ass little high school girls outside my house hooting like owls and dropping off gifts like this is a fucking fanmail center and you don't have the decency to call me first?

Now, you always want to scream about what a "grown ass woman" you are if anybody got the nerve to try to say shit to you. So, you know what, kiddo, I won't give you a lecture on how tacky and classless your... boudoir business is. I'm sure you're very well aware of what you look like right now and how much you have embarrassed your father and I, but it needs to be said: if this is the kind of shit you feel like you need to do to keep this nigga, you could at least use the sense God gave you to make sure nobody else can find out. Your father's disgusted. Pick up the phone.