The day she announced her pregnancy was a month before his 15th birthday. He couldn't believe at such an early age he could be a father. She was three years older than he was. Lived in a house that was always on the move, relocating every 6 to 8 months with her mother. She was finally happy to have something stable in her life. She was gonna be a mother and no one could take that from her. A mother of two in one shot. She only had one kink, one teeny tiny flaw in her plan. She chose a man who was still immature in his ways to be the father of her children. This was the only flaw she was ready to uncover, but there were huge gaps, breaks that couldn't be patched up. Problems with no easy solution...
His mother and I spoke once before. She gave me reasons on why she kicked him out. To this day, I found these reasons to be pretty petty but who am I to judge another person's family from the outside looking in. All I could do is listen to her complaints, her griping in my ear, her bitching me out for even giving him the thought of hope outside of her control. Her biggest problem was with my parents for giving him a roof under his head during such a tragic time. She couldn't believe my mother and father could be so understanding, so compassionate, even after hearing the stories of what he had done in the past. He never treated my parents with disrespect when he lived under their roof for such a brief period. He embraced their love as if they were his parents, took some of their advice, and allowed the important things to shoot in one and ear and shotgun out the other. Maybe his mother didn't like my parents because he treated them with more respect than his own.
On the day he ran from his girlfriend's house to mine, he was frantic. Everything seemed like such a crisis to him. As the day of his children's birth grew closer, the more erratic he became. Rattled and even more frightened, not at the fact that he was going to have kids, but how was he planning on supporting them? This was a question that came to his mind more than once. The only way I could make him feel better about this was by giving him some money and making a phone call.
After the phone call I made we ran to a friend's house to make a business transaction that could potentially generate some revenue for him and his unborn children. This was one of the things I wasn't so proud of. He's done some street peddling before, but I feared he wasn't strong enough to carry on certain transactions. Also, what if a stick-up kid got him for his loot or an estranged fiend took him for the product. I really didn't look at it that way. I looked at it being a stepping stone, until he became of legal age to work. This was an opportunity to make some quick cash and the due date of his kids was only weeks away.
I dropped him off at the corner block with some of his friends. As he sat in the shadows of an abandoned building, waiting for cars to stop-something happened. A flash of light followed by a bang was heard from a far....
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