𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟖, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟗
"Edward I honestly don't give a damn how you feel. This is my goddamn daughter, I'll do what I please with her so with that being said she's not moving with you." Ethel stood in the living room pacing back and forth on the phone with Anna's father Edward
Florence sat on by with their newborn son Matthew. The big eyed baby eyes pierced up at Florence as he drank from his bottle as the scene went down in front of them. Dorothy leaned against the wall shaking her head in disbelief.
Ethel ran her fingers through her silk press hair sighing "Ed you haven't been a father to her in years! Don't sit here and tell me other fu-" She caught herself once Dorothy cleared her throat
"Like I was saying Ed you can't tell me other wise and sending checks for allowance isn't being a father!" She shouted into the phone "you've missed 3 birthdays and christmas's also everything else that involves Andrea so do you REALLY call yourself a father Edward? huh?"
"Ok! Ethel I think you should take a breather. The kids are upstairs!" Dorothy walked over to Ethel who was stressed out completely, going back and forth with her ex husband. "Ma. He can't just up and say he's gonna get full custody of kid who doesn't even sees!"
She let out a loud groan ready to throw the phone "I'm so sick of him! He leaves me with OUR child! for what?!" She gasped for air pacing in the room, her tone was loud enough to startle the baby causing him to cry
"Baby come here and sit down and just calm down" Florence tried to console her but she just couldn't anymore. She was fed up with Edward's bull, why did he want to get custody of her now? why does he want to be a parent now? what will he gain from that?
All he does is send checks twice a month and give lousy excuses about why he can't visit his daughter and how he works late shifts. She just couldn't deal with it anymore, she didn't care that they were done but when it came to the child they created together she was furious. He sits and toys in her face like she's someone that he could just pushed off to side as if she's isn't his own flesh and blood.
Dorothy took the baby, rocking him back and forth as she watched her daughter sit next to her boyfriend brawling her eyes into his chest. Soaking up his shirt that was filled with her daughter's own hurt.
During the commotion downstairs Anna Mae and Marlon were upstairs in the guest room with the door closed and the tv on loud volume as they watched Lady and the Tramp on the television. They couldn't hear the noise coming from downstairs since their ears were too tuned in with their movie.
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