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~~The night before~~
"Delaina, you commin to my party tonight?"
"Uh ya sure... I'll be there Chad, what time?"
"Starts around ten you gotta be there early okay cauz i gotta talk to you about something."
"What?"
"Can't talk about it right now, it's private."
"Alright Chad see you then."
"Okay bye!"
"bye."
That phone call happened right before I got shot at. I rolled up to his party at around twelve thirty and man was he happy to see me.
"Dela I got a problem..........."
"What is it man?"
"First your bleeding... a lot."
"No biggy, whats wrong dude just tell me, i'm.... i'm fine." To be honest I wasn't fine at all.
"Walk with me to the kitchen, you can tell me there."
"No, I can't its too private but, I'll go to the kitchen with you."
"Thank you."
I walked into the kitchen past a bunch of my drunk friends and poured my self three shots. I downed them in seconds. The pain left my shoulder and I ditched the grouping group of my friends.
"Now what was it that you wanted to tell me?"
"Well you know how Sandra have been dating for like 3 years?"
"Ya every one knows that."
"Well we finally connected, I guess..."
"What?"
"We did IT."
"Oh I got ya but, whats wrong with that?"
" Well something broke..."
"SOMETHING BROKE?!"
"Ya..., you don't think that anything will happen if it broke only once right."
"Once is all it takes bro,"
"Shit.............."
"Uh congrats bro... I guess, your a dad."