→Franklin Alexander Reed←" Now this evil is taking control...
Where is our freedom now? "
Those two words, I'm pregnant', those two words. Why did it need to be those two words?
Franklin's eyes shot wide open. His lips searched for a cigarette just to be a distraction. However, there wasn't due to the fact that he knew his lungs could not take another for a few hours. Closing his eyes, he looked to the ground. "Do you know who the fa--?" Before he could ask the question, Kesha was off. In his shock, Franklin had not noticed all the events happen to the boy she had been with. He didn't actually care for this boy, he rubbed Reed the wrong way.
Ignoring the issue with the boy, Franklin's mind thought back to those months. "No," he muttered in disbelief, "No. We used protection. We did all the things to avoid it. I hardly even know this girl. It couldn't be me." Franklin didn't want it to be true. He had been in pregnancy scares before, but never was the girl actually pregnant. His mind then wondered back to the boy. He seemed to really care about Kesha, unlike Franklin. He then settled it in his mind; he wouldn't claim the child. "I don't need that. I've got other girls. I have a whole life ahead of me. That other man can claim the child. Hell, with all the sleeping around I've heard Kesha does, he could even be the father." Sure, it was going to be rude of Franklin to do this to the girl if he was the father, but he wasn't ready for that. His mother needed him more that some child. Franklin didn't even know how to make soup until a few weeks ago, he was in no way ready for the responsibilities of a child.