Don't Want To Be Here

Kent's heart seemed to fall at the information about his leg, but nodded slowly. When Veronica got the x-ray's she would see his ribs were only slightly cracked, but nothing was broken there. The only broken bone that was healing the wrong way was in his leg.

"I don't exactly have money for surgery." He finally informed the doctor. "And...I have work today, too. Should I call them?"

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Mrs. Andrews shook her head, but the smile never left her face. "You have a good friend, son. You best appreciate him. I mean, a sixteen year old girl?! Come on, boy, at least I was eighteen when your father and I met." She scolded and smacked her son's shoulder with disapproval.

"I know, I know!" Kevin groaned, trying to sink into the seat. "I messed up..."

"The age difference isn't too much of a bother to us." His father spoke up. "His mother and I are twelve years apart, after all. It's just the part that she's underage that concerns us. Has this girl's father tried to press charges or brought anything up yet?"

Kevin sighed, silently wishing his parents would stop talking. At this point, he would rather be at work.