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Flashback:
Sixteen year old Emmett McCarty ,the father of Rosalie's unborn baby, doesn't know she's pregnant.
It's been ten days since she broke the news to me and she hasn't been going to school. I tried talking her out of it but she just doesn't listen to me.
"Why hasn't Rose been coming to school?" asks Emmett as he arrives at our door. He leans against the wall and is one of those typical jocks. "She isn't answering my calls or texts either."
I try to convince myself not to smack the punk. I want to throw my fist in his direction. I'm twenty five. I haven't mastered self control yet. "Come in", I say.
He follows. "Rose!" he says. "You there?"
"She's asleep."
"At this time?"
"McCarty..."
"How many times have I told you to call me Emmett?"
He won't be of use to my sister if he's dead, I tell myself. "I'll call you whatever I want to."
"Fine", he shrugs. "I'm going. Tell Rosalie that she doesn't have to skip school just because she doesn't want to face me. We're over."
I grab the front of his shirt and line him against the wall. "What the hell, man?" he shouts. "Whats your problem?"
"You're my problem", I say. "Keep your voice down in this house, you little shit."
"Dude!"
"My little sister is pregnant."
His eyes bug out. "W-what?" he exclaims. "Is it... is it mine?"
"It's yours", I stress on the two words.
"How is the possible?" he groans as he drops down to the hallway carpet. "Why us?"
Don't look at me for answers. You got yourself into this one.
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