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"I'h I don't have to stay here and take this" Jayden spoke hastily on borrowed ego and ti to lose

"I don't have to stay here and take this…" He reasserted He figured since he had come this far, he may as well continue

"No you don't… Grown folks otta go there?"

"Cuz Marla Townsend pays the bills at 19 East Oak Street and if you want to continue living there you're going live by my rules"

"Then maybe I won't live there" Jayden hastily threw out and then sto for his car Tears burned the back of his eyes He had had enough of his de and over protective woman If Marla Townsend had her way, he would never have any fun or grow up Maybe the reason why his father was so indifferent towards him was because of her Yea, that had to be the reason It was because of her that his father never called or caht , bitter and lonely old woman? Maybe if he called his dad and showed hi to leave his mom and wanted to be a part of his life his father could see that he understood why he didn't want to have anything to do with his mother; then maybe his father would accept hiot back home He had raced to his room and to his desk's drahere he had thrown his father's number

"Yea, is this Jacob?"

"Yes… Who is this?" Jacob asked, and Jayden couldn't help but feel his heart sinking hearing that his father didn't even recognize his voice

"Jayden… It's me… Jayden" He said with a low and disappointed voice Why did he have to be the one explaining who he is? A nize his own child's voice

"Who?"

"J-Jayden… Jayden… Townsend… Your son…"

"Oh…"

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"So how have you been?"

"I'ht…"

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"Oh, what about you?"

"It's cool…"

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"Hmm, Hey of…" Jayden stumbled What should he call this man? Could he use the word "dad"?