Theron
Being an almost eighteen year old dad is hard. Responsibilities are piled sky high and the odds of me being a good dad like mine was to me is quite bleak. But the smile on my baby's face makes me think I'm doing alright.
But along came Bobby...
'Cause certain things hurt and you're my only virtue,
And I'm virtually yours.
CERTAIN THINGS-JAMESARTHUR
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Bobby Ray
"Theron, come sit down. I'd like to speak with you." mom says seriously. Theron gulps and takes the stool next to me.
"Now I ain't tryna be all up in your business but child but you need some kind of help with Kyros." mom says. That is one southern belle who didn't get any lady like manners. Theron went stock still.
"I don't need anything from anybody." he gritted out. Mom seemed to catch onto something I didn't.
"Theron, I don't mean it like that. Just explain your situation to me? Please, at least let me see if I can help in any way." mom pleads and I have no idea what she's talking about now, didn't mean what?
Theron looks away from her and bit his lip. I sighed, thinking what could possibly be wrong with him.
"Leah, my friend...she...she used to look after Ky for me when I'm in school but she had to go to Spain. She spoke to the Principal about keeping Ky with me during school but the guards wouldn't let us pass this morning. I can't afford a sitter plus pay rent and buy food for the both of us." he says quietly looking at anything but us.
"What about family?" mom asks taking Theron's hand in hers.
"We don't have anybody except each other." he gulps loudly.
He turns his gaze to me after a few moments and all I see is fear and embarrassment in his eyes. Mom looks at me too. I frowned. What did I do?
"Bobby Ray, would you excuse us?" mom asks and I frowned harder.
"Bobby Ray, disappear! Shoo, go on!" well I never. My mother is running me off like a pesky little dog.
I looked back at Theron and he looks down at his shoes but I didn't miss the blush lighting his cheeks. I kept staring at him waiting for the moment he looks up. And when he did, I just wanted to take him up to my room and hide him away from the world. He stared back at me, a slight look of confusion marring his delicate features.
I tilted my head slightly and gave him my best 'we're going to talk about this' look. Guess he understood because he nodded back, a short jerk of his chin.
