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When I got home, my dad was there. Surprisingly.

“Hey dad” I said as I went into the kitchen and found him cooking “you’re home early”

He gave me a kiss on the cheek as I went over to him. “I know, I left the office early today, figured I’d make your favorite”

I leaned over to smell the spaghetti a little better.

“Umm” I said with my eyes closed. I was still enjoying the scent.

He looked at me and laughed.

My dad was only 33. He got my mom pregnant when he was 16, making me only a year older than he was when I was born. I liked having a younger dad than all my friends. I especially liked the fact that he always made sure I had what I wanted, even if he couldn’t necessarily afford it, he made sure I had it. Anything ranging from prada purses to big diamond earrings. He made sure I had it.

“So dad, whats the occasion?”

He laughed again. “I cant cook for my baby girl no more? I gotta have a reason, is that it?”

“Pretty much dad… you haven’t made spaghetti in over a year”

“Well… there is something I wanted to talk to you about”

“see, here it comes” I said sarcastically.

I went over to the table and pulled out a chair to sit in. When I was comfortable I simply said “Shoot”

“Okay, its about this woman”

I raised a brow. “This woman? Does this woman have a name so we could transfer her into the proper noun category? Or would you rather we keep referring to her as this woman”

When I said the last this woman, I raised my hands and did the air quotes.

He smirked and rested his hands on the counter and faced me.

“Her names Janet, she works in my office”

I nodded. “Okay, what about her dad? Honestly, if this is another one of your little flings then you really don’t have to tell me about it. You never do”

I mumbled the last part so he couldn’t hear.

“No sweetie, there’s more to it than that”

The way he said it was starting to get me worried. My mood had changed in the past hour, I was actually in a better mood. Whatever he was about to tell me had me wondering if I wanted to hear it at all.

“What daddy? Just tell me”

“She’s moving in tonight”

“WHAT?!” I screamed standing up. “You’re gonna let a complete stranger move into our house just so you can fuck around with her?”

“Watch your mouth Angel!” His voice was stern, but I didn’t care.

“What? Its true”

“She’s not a complete stranger”

“Maybe not to you, I’m just hearing about her! I’m sure you know every inch of her by now, big surprise she’s no stranger to you!” I said placing my hands on my hips.

“I know I should have told you about her before now… but… she’s pregnant with my child and I-”

“Hold on… she’s what?!”

I was furious now, I felt like I was in that Rihanna video disturbia because I had to have been losing my mind!

“I know you did not just say she’s pregnant! Oh hell no, I’m leaving the second she walks through that door! You might as well call me a cab and rent me a hotel room because if not I will be living on the streets! I can’t believe you got somebody pregnant! I hate you!”

“Baby it’s not-”

“I HATE YOU!”

I ran up to my room and slammed and locked the door. I grabbed a backpack and began putting clothes in it. I packed four outfits, 5 pairs of under wear, 5 bra’s, hair products, shoes, stuff to sleep in, and a toothbrush. I jetted down stairs and my dad was in the kitchen still in that same spot. I opened the door to a woman.

She had a slight smile on her face and when she saw mine it dropped.

“Move” was all I said.

When She did I went past her. Once I got down the street, I was headed to one place… I already knew where I wanted to be. And since his mom worked at night that’s where I was gonna end up.

I knocked on Eric’s door. I had gotten a headache somewhere between screaming at my dad and walking over here.

When the door opened, he looked surprised to see me. I couldn’t blame him though, the way I just left earlier and all.

“May I?” I said pointing into his house as he held the door opened.

“Uh, yeah… sure?”

I went into his living room and dropped my bag on the couch.

“Do you have any Advil or Tylenol… anything?”

“Yeah, but why are you here? And what’s with the bag?”

“Just one night, okay?”

“Why?”

“Medicine first, questions later”