Big Mistake 2

Sour Memory

"A friend would help, a friend would heal. But you tend to shy away from how someone feels." -Danielle Harrington-Collier

Later that night...

Paris's phone rings off the hook, awaking her and Malcolm from their deep slumber.  Peering at the time, they groan in annoyance to see that it's two in the morning.

Their kids are sleep and so is everyone else in Redwood... well some people are.

Paris answers her phone without looking in a groggy tone.

"Meet me downstairs, now." The person says and quickly hangs up.

By the sound of Danielle's voice, she was more mad than ever and Paris pinpointed why.  Devionne had gone back to his possible baby mother and has given every detail of their conversation from earlier.

Paris told him even more after he managed to call her and try to ask once more the same request.  She had never knew the words that came out of her mouth would ever escape.

"Who was that?" Malcolm asked beyond annoyed that she was getting out of the bed.  He was cuddling with his wife throughout the night and needed to feel her body around him.

"It was D. She said meet her downstairs." Paris responded while sliding into her house shoes.

Malcolm groaned loudly. "What the fuck she want at this time of night?!" He yelled out loud.

"Maybe to talk, or rant how I wont help her and Devionne's dumb, stupid asses out." Paris responded while going towards the door.

Earlier when Malcolm arrived home with all three of his kids, Paris pulled him into a confidential space to tell him what happened.

He was livid at the end of the story and couldn't understand for the life of him why Danielle would do something so stupid... again.

He told Paris 'she couldn't stop being a ho after August for the life of her. Now ha' daughter payin' the price fa' what she did. Dumb ass broad'.  And Paris did not think to stop her husband's foul tongue for downplaying her best friend, but she agreed with him instead.

Danielle's wrongdoings has cost people to hate her and belittle her to smaller standards than her son.  She takes a lot of heat, but she brings things upon herself and believe she had the right to be angry with the entire world.

It annoys Paris to the fullest because of how clueless and feebleminded she is when it comes to men and being faithful.  She doesn't know how to be faithful nor keep her legs closed.

Not even when she found Damien.  He couldn't change her ways and didn't try to.  They both had issues and couldn't come to terms on how to handle them.

Paris walked downstairs and opened the front door to see Danielle standing right outside the door with her arms folded across her chest.

"What do you want D?" Paris asked in vexation.  She was tired and needed to be up bright and early for work.

"I want to know why you not tryna help us out? We need you P! I can't go to Davionne and tell her that Damien may not be her dad." Danielle blabbed on as if Paris truly cared.

"So you're saying that you don't wanna deal with your responsibility? That damn girl is eighteen years old now and you choose to sit here and argue me down about whether or not it's my "responsibility" to do something that you have power over. Now y'all can tell her or not, won't make me any difference. But, if you won't and she finds out anyway, she'll be more pissed with you than anybody else. And we both know this for a fact, D." Paris scolded her friend.