-Petra

I stood at the fireplace and ran a hand over the mantel. "Dad, I've got something to tell you." he looked up quickly and nodded seriously. "Go on. Wait, are you pregnant? Please don't tell me you're pregnant. Or is it drugs?" "Dad." "Alcohol? Hospitalization? Cancer?" I rolled my eyes and interrupted.

"No, Jesse's upstairs... and hes sick, I dont know why..." I said quickly and he exhaled. "Thank god you're not pregnant- wait, that Jesse boy is upstairs?" he looked at the ceiling as if he could see Jesse...

-End 

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