Marlon couldn’t believe it, in his arms laid his newborn baby boy. On a hospital bed in front of Marlon and his son laid Rhoda. She wasn’t breathing and she never would again. She was gone forever. She hadn’t even seen her new born baby until she died, Marlon couldn’t believe it. But even though he was in chock his mind was clear. He knew what he had to do. He left his sons at the hospital and walked over to Sherman’s house. Sherman opened the door with a smile but when he saw Marlon’s sad face and exhausted look he knew something were wrong.

“Is the baby okay?”, Sherman said and Marlon was surprised by this sudden empathy.

“Yeah, we got a healthy baby boy”, Marlon said with a sad voice.

“What’s the problem then?”

“‘I am sorry but Rhoda… She didn’t make it”

“That’s okay I can visit her she don’t have to come here”

“No you don’t understand. She is dead”, Marlon said these words with tears in his eyes. Suddenly Sherman’s concerned face changed to an angry face.

“WHAT!? She is dead, you useless stupid- You killed her!”

“How could I have killed her?”

“If it wasn’t for you useless genes she wouldn’t have had to deliver that ugly stupid baby of yours”

“Don’t you call my son stupid!” Marlon had had enough and so had Sherman. Sherman punched Marlon over the cheek and Marlon fell to the ground. But he quickly stood on his feet and fought back. Kicks, punches and other fighting skills were used. Marlon didn’t feel the pain, he was chocked in every way possible. Unfortunately Sherman was stronger than Marlon and soon Marlon laid on the ground with blood over him. Sherman took out a gun from his belt and held it to Marlon’s head.

“I will kill you, I should have killed you long ago! Bastard!” Marlon was really scared now, he thought of his baby boys, he loved them and was afraid he would never meet them again. Marlon closed his eyes and hoped that he would leave this world without pain. He heard a loud bang, he knew that sound. It was a gun being fired. But instead of dying he felt the weight of Sherman being moved away. He could hear police sirens and male voices shouting. Marlon opened his eyes and what he saw wasn’t pleasant, Sherman laid passed out on the ground with blood all over his white shirt. Marlon backed of in chock. He looked at the police officers and didn’t know what to do. He thought about running but his legs wouldn’t do what he wanted to. A few officers carried Sherman away, Marlon had no idea if Sherman was dead, Marlon hoped he was.

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