𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 8: 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘭

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Darryl's POV

"Darryl! I cooked dinner!"

I sat down on the couch as mom brought our food in

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I sat down on the couch as mom brought our food in. She handed me mines & turned on the television.

"So today, I received a promotion from work. Instead of working real late, my hours have been cut back. I'll be home early for now."

"Thats good."

"What's been going on with you?"

Might as well tell her now before she finds out later. I sighed "I'm going to be father."

She dropped her fork in shock. The look on her face was in stunned. She couldn't believe what she just heard from me. I put down my plate of food ready for the explosion.

"You got a girl pregnant? From this neighborhood?"

"Yes, I did."

"Darryl, I taught you better then that. Your too young to be a father!"

"I know, I'm sorry mom!"

"Don't say that unless you mean it. You don't mean it otherwise you wouldn't got caught up in this situation."

"Mom, please don't make this situation difficult then its already is."

"What are you going to do? Because I hope you don't think I'm going to raise this baby."

"I'm going to get a job & raise the baby, mom. You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay."

"And" I took a deep breath before saying this "I'm going to raise it in the apartment you gave me."

"Back up, hold up. You & your baby momma is moving to the apartment that I gave you?"

"Mom, I don't want my child growing up here. Its getting dangerous everyday. I don't want my child getting caught up in any type of gang or thugish mess."

"Darryl! I bought that apartment for you! Only you!"

"If its my apartment, then I get to have my girlfriend & child in there."

"No Darryl! I won't accept it! You will not raise a child in that apartment!"

I stood in rage, now I'm pissed off. "Mom, are you serious right now?"

"Absolutely, I refuse you raising a child underneath a roof I paid for!"

I scoffed "I can't believe you."

"End of the didiscussion." She went back to eating her dinner. She is extremely serious about this. I'm furious!

"I'm moving out."

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"Thanks for letting me stay here, Mickey."

"No problem man."

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