Sean Bryson is twenty-four years old with a lean muscular body. He is a well groomed young man whom I am proud to call my son. Sean is a student at Washington State University where he is studying Engineering. Even though he is two hours away, he always comes home three days out of the week to spend time with his son. I have high hopes for him, but messing around with that girl, he did not start college right after high school. I really do not like his mind being stuck on her; she is bad fish pulled out of the sea. Even the good ones make some terrible choices in life; for Sean it seemed to be Wendy. I despise him ever being with her. He did what every young person does: lied, snuck around, lay-up and nine months later poop. I know I raised my son better than this. Why does he feel the need to be with this woman who has nothing to offer? I feel that she is only with him for the money. She saw an opportunity and a meal ticket to escape her pitiful life. My son is a captain save a ho. Lord... I hope he hears what I have been telling him and open his eyes after this. A man cannot change a whore or a ghetto woman; those are the two types of women that will never change.
Last night was filled with conflicting reports and it did not amount to anything. As I contemplated about defending my child and my home in possible future events; I put my folks on alert. No need to go into a fight without having my own backup. I may be powerful and my son maybe gifted with swift hands that reprimands, but we will still need our cavalry when they bring out more hooligans. I prefer a peaceful resolution; however, I do not see it presenting itself anytime soon.
I sat at the table with documents in my hand to be read, but something outside the window distracted me. Whatever it was, it went by so fast that I could not look away. It was something about the shape of it. Caught in a daze momentarily, it set me back on things that I was to do. My watch beeped informing me that another hour had gone. Putting my attention back on my work I managed to get my business and personal affairs in order. I closed out the blackboard program just to open another so that I could print out my profit and loss statement. I had a meeting with the bank manager and realtor on Thursday so that I see what the market was like if I wanted to open an office. Things were really going well for me and I have to thank God for the blessings and favor he has shown me. After putting my folders in my leather bag, I pushed it aside to enjoy a day of silence and me time.
Unwinding and ready to join wild cheetahs on the hunt for food, I opened the freezer and pulled out some hotdogs. I pulled out my favorite orange bowl and put the package inside of it with lukewarm water. Taking out the flour, onions, seasoning, and other ingredients I prepared to make a tasty lunch fit for two. Turning on the deep fryer, I walked away giving it time to heat the oil inside. Walking towards the back of the house, I peeked inside of my son's room. There he lay stretched out with his leg hanging out of the bed. I walked over to the window and opened the blinds. I was ready to scream after I turned around and seen all of the crap on the floor and partially tucked under his bed. As I scanned the room, there was my two toned bowls and plates that were missing from about a week. Standing there thinking, I blamed my neighbor for taking them when she came over and took plates of food home. I thought of pouring a big bucket of hot water on him for having the room looking like that. Not to mention if any bugs were crawling around from all the free meals he supplied them. My skin crawled knowing that I have now got to go apologize to her. I said some awful things to her; I hope she is willing to hear me out. I see her, but we haven't spoken since I accused her. Well, right now I am not ready to swallow my tongue just yet. I guess I will make it happen within a week. I began to smell the oil in the fryer and I headed out of his room.
"Sean, get up and get this room clean! Do not leave my house today without making it happen first. I want you to scrub that room clean. If I see a bug or any insect in my home, it is your key to exit my house along with them."
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She's Not Worthy
Short StoryA woman doesn't have to speak what she'll do all of the time; she's is too crafty for that... she'll merely show you. Sean goes full circle before he gets the full understanding of how low down and dirty a woman can be; while he is engaged in her ar...
