Thanks to:

Takerlover21 - 2 kids at 16… isn't that terrible? Why did I do that? Oh well. I'll work it out. She'll be a good mom, except for the fact that she was leaving them both alone at the beginning of the first chapter.

AllAboutAngel- Again a long review… I love you! Normal 16 year olds do lie a lot (I know this first hand) Letty's going to get pushed into the mother role real soon. And again, all of the answers to your questions will come up soon. You have more questions? Damn.

Bima - I know that losing your virginity at ten is a little extreme but it happens. I also know that having a kid at twelve is extreme, but possible. That may just be a local thing here in Columbus.

Crazy4thesun - Yep. She's a grandmother. 36 is young. Thanks for the review.

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I pulled a chair out from under the table and sat in it. I took a deep breath and pounded my fist into the table, making a thumping noise. I shook my head and looked over my shoulder at the door, it was closed. I couldn't believe Casey had two kids. I thought one kid was bad enough but two? I didn't know what to do. How could I yell at her? I hadn't been a part of raising her. I definitely wouldn't have let her get pregnant when she was twelve. I stood up and looked around the kitchen shaking my head. I needed to do something I couldn't stay here.

"Casey?" I asked pushing the door between the kitchen and the living room open. She was sitting on the couch changing a baby's diaper. Presumably her son since Lynn called him Bubby. She looked up at me and then back down and finished securing the baby's diaper. "What grade are you in?"

"I don't go to school." She said pulling the baby into her arms and cradling him before he started to cry. "I stopped going after I had Lynn." I looked down and then over at Lynn who's eyes were glued on the TV. She was watching some cartoon that was on TV and judging by her giggles it was humorous.

"So, basically you haven't been out of elementary school?" I asked. She stood up and stepped toward me. "Right?" She nodded and stopped in front of me. "What's his name?" She looked down at him and then smiled back up at me.

"Jordan Jeffrey. JJ." I nodded and smiled a little. "Want to hold him for a few? Please?" I reached for him and she gently handed him over to me. I stepped back and looked at the armchair before sitting down. Just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything there that was going to stick to my butt or anything that I wouldn't want to be sitting on. The seat was empty.

"Jordan Jeffrey?" She nodded. "That's a big name."

"It's his dads name." I took a deep breath and looked down at the boy. He was a little stud. I looked up to Casey; she was flipping through an old photo album that must have been under the coffee table. She was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, facing me with a sad look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head and I nodded a little. Casey had dark blonde hair and it was obviously not dyed. I wasn't sure who she got her hair from, both of her father and I both had dark hair. A tear formed in her eye as she slammed the album closed and slid it back under the coffee table. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I looked around the room and sighed. "Casey, don't cry."

"Sorry." She said standing up. She wiped her eyes and I sighed.

"I'm not good with crying."

"I know, mom." She said nodding. I looked around and sighed heavier. "There's a playpen in the corner that I cleaned out. You can put him in there if you don't want to hold him anymore." I stood up and looked for the playpen she was talking about. Once I spotted it, I walked over and set him down gently in it. He snuggled up with a golden brown teddy bear that used to belong to Casey when she was younger. I stood up and looked over at Casey. She was smiling at me for some reason. She flopped back down on the couch and I looked at her with a small smile. I walked over and sat down next to her slowly. "Mom?"

"Yes?" I asked looking forward. She looked straight ahead as well, but at nothing in particular, just to be looking at something besides each other.

"I'm sorry." She stopped but wanted to say more. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was still looking forward. "For making you go back to prison after you came home." I turned my head and glanced at her then went back to looking ahead. I took a deep breath and she looked over at me. "Would you ever consider forgiving me?" I looked at her but she kept looking forward.

"Look at me." She turned her head slowly. "That wasn't your fault."

"You told me when they arrested you that it was my fault." I took a deep breath and she turned back forward.

"Baby, I was mad when I said that. I didn't mean it."

"It sounded like you meant it. It doesn't matter now; I've lived with it for six years and it's fine now."

"No, Casey, it's not fine. It was never fine for me to say that. I didn't mean it. I was just upset that I was being arrested because of that. I thought it would have been classified as self defense and it wasn't."

"You shot a man."

"He was trying to hurt you."

"In the head."

"He was trying to hurt you."

"You shot a man in the head!" She screamed at me. I looked at her. Her face was reddened with anger. I shook my head and got up. I walked to the front door and threw it open. I stepped then turned back toward Casey. She was standing up with her hands clenched at her sides. "Oh, that's the part of you I'm real used to seeing. Your back. Go ahead and leave!" She screamed. I shook my head and pulled the door closed. That hurt.

"Damn." I mumbled to myself. I shoved my hands in my pant pockets and started up the street. Now what was I supposed to do? My daughter was hella pissed at me. I knew why… but the reason why wasn't a fair reason. I did what I did and I did it for her. I just walked… my legs led the way. Passed the park, passed the high school, passed Harry's Auto Shop. I swear I was walking almost an hour before I finally realized where I was going. I stopped in front of a big gray house. I walked up the sidewalk and made my way to the door. I reached up to knock on it but it opened before I could. The woman standing there had a shocked look on her face.

"Letty?" She looked at my feet then back up at me. "What are you doing here?" She questioned. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "When did you get out? I thought you weren't supposed to be home for another year."

"Is that why you left Casey all alone?" I questioned through my teeth. She sighed and raised an eyebrow. She stepped out of the doorframe and I stepped aside and watched her walk down the steps of the porch.

"Are you going to answer my questions?" She asked stopping and turning toward me. I stepped down the first step and my fists clenched for some reason.

"I've been out for two days. And that's when I was supposed to get out. A week after Casey's sixteenth birthday. I remember pointing that out to you the first time you brought Casey to visit." She nodded and took a few steps toward the street. "Why'd you stop bringing her and why'd you stop staying there?"

"I stopped bringing her because she was pregnant again and didn't want to deal with your fury. I left because she told me to." I shook my head and looked at the house across the street. Why I looked over there I had no idea. There was a teenage girl, Casey's age playing with a young kid, who was maybe about eight or nine. I looked back at the person in front of me. She was still backing away slowly.

"Hey Chris!" The teenager yelled from across the street. She turned and looked at her and waved. I stepped down another step and approached her.

"You were supposed to be watching her, not leaving her alone with two kids." I stepped down the last step and the girl from across the street had entered the yard.

"Hey, Jo, go get your uncle." The woman, my sister, asked her.

"Why?" She questioned.

"Just do it." I watched the girl turn and run back across the street, I looked back at my sister. "Letty, you know if you hit me, you're going right back to jail." I shrugged and stepped closer again. "You aren't going to hit me, hun. You don't have the balls." I nodded a little and she smiled.

"Your right Chris. I don't have balls." I looked down and spread my legs a little feeling to double check. "I have a pussy, which is something I'm not. I'm not afraid to hit you. I'm not afraid of you." I took a swing at her, hitting her lower jaw near her chin. I would have hit her higher but she moved back and it caused me to hit lower. "That's for leaving Casey by herself with TWO kids." I went to swing at her again but somebody grabbed my arm. I turned and it was Casey.

"Don't." She said squeezing my arm. I looked around, no kids. "I don't want you going back to jail. I don't want to lose you again." She said through her teeth. I glared and she glared back harder. She pushed my hand away and shook her head. She turned and started down the sidewalk. I watched her walk away, too mad to say anything or do anything. I looked back at Chris and she was smiling.

"You're a shitty aunt." I said spitting on her shoe and turning biting my lip to face a big muscular man. He was bald and he looked at me with an evil face. I was not the person to let a man make me feel inferior. I pressed my hands to his chest and shoved him away from me.

"Can I help you?" He questioned me. He must not have recognized me. I didn't blame him. "Your messing with my friend, I must be able to help you."

"Yeah." I said. "Your in my way, Dom." He raised an eyebrow and I raised one back. "Yeah, I know your name, don't act so surprised." He nodded and moved to the side. I walked passed him and walked down the sidewalk. "Fucker." I mumbled under my breath.

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