𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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"𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, can you calm down?" Mr. Anthony, Chance's father, said, his hand pressing against his forehead as he let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation evident in his expression.
"Calm down for what?" She asked, her confusion mixing with a hint of frustration.
"Calm down for what?" She replied, looking up at him with her eyebrows knitted together.
"You're going off on me and all I did was ask a question.." He trailed off and she mugged him.
"You're asking me dumb questions, why would I lose my virginity? I didn't!" She shouted, her voice echoing with defiance as she leaned closer to him, her eyes blazing with intensity.
The tension in the air was palpable, and Mr. Anthony watched the scene unfold, nodding his head slowly as if weighing the truth in her words.
"Alright... but what about the boy's mother?" he inquired cautiously, sensing the underlying implications in the heated exchange.
"What about her?" Chance questioned, calming her voice down as she started to think of the worse, since she was lying.
Chance gave him a sidelong glance when he continued, "She said she walked in on y'all, plus I went through your phone and saw you talking about it to your friends."
Fortunately, she erased her first time's communications. This was the second time she had engaged in sexual activity..
"So now you're going through my privacy?" Her voice was tinged with attitude as she asked.
"I sure did, you luck I'm sending you back to your mom because if it was up to me I would've took your phone," Chance's ears pricked up as he reprimanded her and brought up her mother.
Chance's mother sent her to live with her father after she was shot during that drive-by. Before they parted ways two months ago, her mother would text her daily. Fortunately, she continued to communicate with both of her siblings.
"Bro! Get the fuck out my face," She yelled, her anger was terrible today since she haven't took her medication.
"Sit your hot ass down, Chance. I have no idea why you're acting like you're an adult. I've said that to you eight times already. Mr. Anthony shouted, growing increasingly agitated.
Chance scoffed and looked him up and down then laughed, "Get out my face. I fucking hate you," She spat.
Mr. Anthony stared at her in shock, feeling a mix of hurt and sympathy. He couldn't believe what just came out of her mouth. How could she say that after all he did for her.
"After all I did for you, you hate me?!" He yelled as his heart sank. It felt like his whole world was crashing down, no man wants to hear them words from their daughter.
"What did you do for me? The most you did was buy things for me. You never once asked if I was okay or anything. Hell is you yapping 'bout,"
Mr. Anthony recoiled slightly, her accusation hitting him with force. He struggled to find the right words, shocked at the enormity of her feelings. "I've always been here, providing—"
