Darrys pov
Minutes later, Soda came through the door. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Whats wrong little buddy?", i asked. "Be... Belle i.. died. Shes gone!", he cried. "Oh god", i said. "What happened?" "She had the flu, but she didnt clue anybody in on it. It got so worse that she collapsed in the park while playing football. The boys rushed her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was to weak", he sobbed.
"Im real sorry Soda. I know what she meant to ya", i said. I liked Belle. She was a nice girl. She didnt deserve anything that she got. She shouldnt have passed so young. Then it hit me. "What about the boys?", i asked. "What about them?", he asked. "Not the boys. Your sons", i said. "Oh my god. What about my sons? What am i gonna do?", he asked. "What do you want?", i asked. "I dont know. I cant raise them on my own. I needed Belle for this. The mom always know best", Soda whined. "Well your gonna have to step up now and take on both roles", i explained.
"Maybe Easton should just take them. It would probably be for the best. Im not a good father", he sighed. I didnt know what to do. Ive never been in this situation. I dont know how to console him. "You know what Soda? Its time to grow up. I hate to come up down on you, but you have to step up to the plate. You made those two boys. You made that girl constantly miserable. You've lost friendships with people like Easton and you could make new friends like that Chris guy. Fix this and your gonna feel much better", i finished my lecture.
He looked stunned, but he nodded his head. "Your right Dar. I really do need to get my shit together", he said. He went outside and left.
