*Kells' POV

I'm not really sure why I continued to follow Breanna to her house after her phone call. I mean obviously she has a kid and an ole man; I'm not tryin to get in the middle of some shit. But the look on her face during that phone call had me worried. I could tell that she was goin through some shit, and that she probably needed someone to be there for her. With everything goin on I wanted to be that person. When she asked me if I was scared of dogs and said she had pits, damn man that made me spring a woodie right there. There's nothing like a chick with a pit. Looking around her house, I could tell that she kept it clean and that they were having a tough time. They didn't have much, but everything they had was for kids. Reaching a closed door, she stopped and took a deep breath seeming to be gathering herself like she didn't want to see what was on the other side. To be honest, I really didn't want to see either but I said I would be there.

She opened the door and I definitely wasn't prepared for what I saw. The room was covered with alcohol bottles everywhere and it smelled of chemicals and liquor. Walking in I noticed that she had tears in her eyes that she was trying not to let come out. Looking at the bed I noticed that there was a older man seemingly passed out in it. I realized that Breanna was trying to save her dad not her ole man relationship wise. He was sprawled out on the bed with baggies and needles surrounding him. I had been there too many times before and I think to myself that it was a good thing I came with her.

By now Breanna was really crying. I couldn't help but feel bad for her having to deal with this. She put her fingers on his wrist looking to see if he had a pulse and I put my hand on her shoulder. She started sobbing and shaking her head. All I could do was hug her to me tightly. I pulled my phone out and dialed 911.

"911 What's your emergency?" I hear.

"Yea we need an ambulance. Someone overdosed and I don't think he has a pulse. The address is 3475 East 126th St." hanging up the phone I pull her outta the room telling her we need to check on everyone else. She walks to another room and opens the door. Immediately I hear a dog growling and barking before I even see one.

"Millie hush. It's momma." She says and the dog quiets immediately. "Sorry about that" she says, "Millie's a great guard dog because she's so protective. She won't let anyone in unless she knows them."

Looking around the room I notice that it is a little kid's room with bunk beds and it's decorated with a Cars movie theme. "Holy shit that's a big assed dog!" I exclaim finally coming across this huge pit laying under one of the bunk beds. She was gorgeous, a chocolate pit with lots of white splotches making her look like a cow.

"Yea she's big, but she's a good girl. She's my baby. These are my boys" she says pointing at one little boy. He's tall and skinny with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. "That's Hayden. He's 5." She pointed at another little boy with bright blonde hair and blue eyes, "That's Mason. He's 2." She pointed at the last little boy who had red hair and blue eyes, "That's Jackson. He's 1. Where's Dustin?" she asked the boys.

"He's in the bathroom, mommy," replied Hayden.

"Dustin is my little brother, "she explained. "He's 12."

*Breanna's POV

As I was introducing Kells to my kids, I couldn't help but keep looking over at him. I don't know too many people that would still be here for a complete stranger through this situation. I am grateful for him though, I don't know what I would do if he hadn't of been here with me. I still can't believe that my dad's gone. I'm still in shock I guess that's why I'm not reacting normally. Kells hears the paramedics outside and goes to let them in. I tell the boys to stay in their room and close the door. I can only hope that Dustin stays in the bathroom and doesn't come out to see his dad like this. All the boys need a better role model and I wish they had someone they could rely on and look up to.

As they were loading dad on the ambulance, Dustin finally came out of the bathroom looking like he had just stepped out of the shower.

"What's goin on B? Who the fuck are you?" He came out asking mean mugging Kells.

"Dad's sick he has to go to the hospital and this is Kells. I know you did not just come out and cuss at someone. Not in my house young man." I said scolding him for talking that way. He knows not to talk like that in my house.

"Sorry," I say to Kells, "normally he has better manners than that." I'm kind of embarrassed. Normally Dustin is very respectful. I guess he's trying to be protective and be the man of the house.

"Dustin stay here with the boys. I need to go to the hospital to check on dad," I tell him.

"I'm goin to call my homeboy to come pick us up," says Kells turning away and getting out his Blackberry.

ument here...