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Outrunning Your Past (I)

“Your dad, what?” Ethan asks. We decided to eat at the diner for old time’s sake and we’re walking to no place in particular.

“He wants to help. Who am I to stop him?”

“You’re Stacie, his daughter. Yesterday you didn’t give a shit about him, now you’re all holly jolly for wanting him in the baby’s life?”

“Ethan, calm yourself. He’s giving money and paying for a lot of stuff. Stuff we can’t afford,” I run my fingers through my hair. I don’t really want to argue right now.

“Oh, come on! You’re gonna let him in for money? Looks like prostitution hasn’t left your system.”

“Don’t you ever insult me like that,” I say as I slap him across the face, “I’m thinking about my baby, so stop being so fucking selfish.” Before Ethan can open his mouth to back talk, I cross the street leaving him behind.

Before I know it the sun had set and I had been walking for hours. I didn’t think Ethan’s comment would keep replaying it in my mind, but it does. Suddenly a car pulls up beside me.

That face.

It’s Marcus.

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