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...
And I drive myself crazy, thinking everything's about me,
Yeah I drive myself crazy, cause I can't escape the gravity,
I'm holding on, why is everything so heavy?
HEAVY - LINKIN PARK FT KIIARA
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Bobby Ray
I don't know when this became about me. How does the spotlight always end up on me? Am I that fucking shallow that being in this situation with Theron and Mr. Foley automatically comes down to 'what about me?'
Glaring at Mr. Foley when Theron didn't answer to my relief I growl at the Guidance Counselor to put some clothes on and Theron followed suit.
"What is this Theron?" I asked still trying to grasp onto what's going on inside this apartment.
"Look here, Bobby Ray Jones," the jackass began and I folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to finish lest they find a place around Mr. Foley's throat again.
"I never raped Theron and we both have a consensual understanding. He gives me what I want and I keep his little family together," the bastard spits fixing his glasses on his nose.
Tilting my head at him I turn my eyes to a very frightened looking Theron whose eyes flashed from Mr. Foley to me then back again. The boy was scared; too fucking scared to be as consensual as they're making it out to be.
Theron's eyes pleaded with me, for what, I didn't know but this old ass freak is not getting away with whatever he's been doing to Theron.
"Was it him?" I asked turning fully and stepping up to Theron.
"He's been putting those bruises on you?" Theron didn't have to answer me for me to know.
Terror filled eyes stared back at me. I don't know why Theron was so scared. He looked so small and fragile.
That was it, Mr. Foley terrified him or terrorized him either way I didn't care why, just that he gets punished for it. I glance at Smitty Ray jutting my chin in Mr. Foley's direction I simply said, "Hold him".
Smitty was on him like white on rice. I called the cops and made the report. We all sat around until the officers responded, Theron glaring at me when they put Mr. Foley in cuffs.
"Do you know what you've done?" he asks me, voice shaking while an officer takes a statement from Smitty Ray.
"They're going to take Ky away from me," Theron's eyes well up, so full of tears that it's a wonder how they haven't fallen as yet. He buries his face in his hands and I frowned hard. So that's what the fucker was doing.
