It was only in a dark alleyway. I was arguing to my best friend who I've trusted with all my life, about who keeps my child. I said, "Kallie, he is my son... and I don't want to just give up my own flesh and blood."
Kallie yelled, "I hooked you up with that guy, and the boy needs a father figure!"
"Don't you dare bring up the death of my poor husband."
"No! The poor boy needs a father!"
"No, he is my son. You're my friend, and he is my son! I want it to stay that way. Besides, it's not my fault you can't have a child."
"It's not my fault ether!"
Those were the last words I heard from that bitch. She took a knife she had in her pocket, and attempted to stab my stomach. I panicked and took it away from her. I yelled, "What are you doing!"
She was silent as she stared at me. I took her weapon and turned it against her. Tears were rolling down my face, washing off some blood. I dropped the knife in shock. I screamed, "Why did you let me do this God?!?"
