Bad Intentions

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Okay so this is for everyone who has literally dmed me telling me that my last chapter was heart breaking and that they loved my story but hate the dad. This chapter will be the only one in the entire book that's written in a different persons point of view. I only added in this chapter because I can't let you blame the dad for everything. Nobody is born evil or mean. His mind set was good yet his intentions, though very thorough, were bad. So not that he needs any introduction. Allan Andrews.

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In and out. My breathes were steady as I sat I the meeting. I couldn't get the fact that I had a pregnant daughter who may choose to keep her baby. I couldn't grasp that this one little mistake could be the one to end me. I honestly couldn't let that happen.

"Mr. Andrews, you have a phone call on line two." Mindy smiled at me. I chuckled ever so lightly and excused myself from the meeting. I walked the long hallway down to my office. The door was cracked open and light shined through blinding me.

"Damnit." I muttered walking inside and over to the blinds. I closed them enough to not need a stigmatism. I picked up the phone and held it to my ear as I laced around my area.

"Allan! Hey it's-its me Cynthia. It's me your mother." The old sick woman mumbled softly into the phone. My voice was stuck in my throat. I was entirely caught off guard. I closed and locked my door taking a seat in my swivel chair.

"Cynthia, I'm sorry but I can't give you money. If I give you money you'll just buy drugs." I said holding my forehead.

"I'm cl-"

"Clean?" I cut her off. I've had this conversation with her. Everyday for the last 20 years. I never understand how she can scrub up enough money for a pay phone but not for a meal, or decent clothing.

"It's real this time, Adrian I promise." I stiffened.

"Cynthia, that's not my name." I said mostly through my nose. In, out.

"I wanted to tell you something. I-I got a new house. And a new job." She said.

"Are you on the street? Is it a real job Cynthia?" I asked.

"It pays the bills." She said. I sighed.

"Cynthia, where are you right now?" I asked feeling a pang of guilt.

"At a subway station off of sixth and sycamore." She said. I listened intently. No one was talking.

"Cynthia, please, tell me where you are." I softened my voice grabbing my coat and keys.

"The park. I'm going to the park." She said softly. I sighed as memories washed over me. I went to my desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of anxiety pills. I downed a couple and slid them back.

"I'll be there in 20." I said hanging up. I walked out and in a hurried action bumped into Christian Williams. He was holding a brief case and a surgeons jacket.

"Mr. Andrews, hey, my son is in the hospital. I'm going to have to leave early."

"Why?" I asked. I didn't have time to converse on this topic but I needed to know who needed to be fired and who I could push through.

"Asher Greene. Guess they got into a fight." He said looking ashamed.

"Do you know why?" I asked intrigued.

"Something about a baby I guess. I don't it was probably a misunderstanding." Christian said chuckling.

"Maybe." I muttered walking away and smiling. Mr. Greene was there waiting too.