Forrest King
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Midtown: Chapter 32

Submitted by I Bleed Ink Magazine on July 20, 2010 – 12:00 pmNo Comment

Evan’s face reflected horror. “She said all that shit? That bitch!” Ed reached out to console her brother. He shook her off of him. “It’s not like that. You see, I know what she’s been up to. She didn’t have anybody fooled. I just figured if she wants this to be my baby, then it will be.” When all of the faces surrounded him looked confused, he continued speaking. “I didn’t sleep with her, she just got drunk and passed out. I was supposed to be the one passed out, I guess, but you know there isn’t enough liquor in the world to make me pass out, honey.” He smiled and snapped his fingers for emphasis.

“You know I don’t think anything of climbing in the bed naked with girls. They know that I’m strictly dickly. At least most of them know. She never picked up on it.

So when she popped up pregnant and tried to blame me. I knew what the deal was, but I’m getting older and I want a kid. She’s not in any position to raise this little girl. I’ve seen how she’s living. I can offer her so much more. I was hoping she’d just give me custody. That’s why I made sure my name was on the birth certificate.”

Four stunned faces continued to stare at Evan. Ki was the first to speak.

“So your maternal instincts kicked in, huh?” Everyone laughed. “I’m happy for you though.”

“Wait, bro. How do you plan on keeping the baby and getting rid of her?”

“I’ve got a friend in immigration. I hope that he can imply that she’s going to be deported. That we didn’t file the proper paperwork for her to be here. Then I’ll raise a big fuss about her leaving the baby with me…”

“That’s not going to work,” Brie said. “We gotta come up with something else. Too many holes.”

“Would it really be that bad to have her around? It really seems wrong to take a child from her mother.”

They all stood there gazing at the red haired child through the glass. That’s how the nurse found them.

“Mr Diaz, I need you to come with me. Immediately.” She quickly walked down the hall to one of the rooms. Inside there was Michelle strapped to her bed and sedated. “She just tried to hang herself. I’m afraid we’re going to have to take her to the psych ward.”

“Wait, does that mean she can’t be around the baby?” Ed asked the nurse.

“Of course she has to be diagnosed by a doctor, but in my opinion, there is something seriously wrong with this young lady. She kept talking about her mother. How her mother made her do it. I don’t think having the baby around her is the best idea.”

Ed stumbled out of the room stunned.

11 months later…

Angel shook a head full of auburn ringlets as she clumsily took her first steps. Her aunt held the video camera, while her father held his arms out to her for encouragement. Her mother was in a hospital in France. Her grandmother never asked for contact with her. She had only been in contact with Evan to arrange travel for Michelle.

THE END

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