High School Never Ends!

Devin opened the door.
"Momma! Daddy! Biddy and I are here!" He called.

Dustin got up and picked up the gun he had beside him, he loaded it and pointed.
Biddy froze, starting to hyperventilate.

"Babe knock it off." Chris nudged his husband. "You'll scare him to death."
Devin knew he wouldn't shoot but just in case he stood protectively in front of Biddy.
"Dad put down the goddamn gun!"

"Hell no! Imma shoot him, move! Im serious this time!!" He cocked the gun.

"Dad!! Momma do something!" Devin exclaimed. "If you're gonna shoot someone shoot me! I got him pregnant!"

"I dont give a damn!" He shoved Devin out the way and shot.
Biddy fell to the floor.
He wasn't shot, it looked like it. but it had missed him by a hair, no he had just fainted.

"DAD! I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU!!" He roared and did indeed lunge at his father as his mother checked on Biddy.

Dustin easily pushed him off.
"Is he dead?"

"No babe he isn't. You didn't hit him. He fainted." Chris sighed, sitting the pregnant boy upright. "Dustin damnit he's pregnant. Knock it off." He snapped.

'But I want him gone! I want the baby gone damnit!" He hollered.

"Thats my baby daddy! Your grandson! What the hell!?" He screamed.

"Your too fucking young for this! I WONT ALLOW IT!" his father raged.

"I don't give a fuck what you will or will not allow! I love him!" He glared

"Thats why you wait until he is eight months to tell us and first you turn him off! Your too young!"

"Just shut up!!!" He snarled.

'No! He is not staying in this house! I wont have it!" Dustin stomped his foot, kicking Biddy's side.
The boys eyes snapped open and he screamed, holding the swollen bouncing belly.

Devin punched his father in the face.
"YOU DONT FUCKING TOUCH HIM!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Dustin growled.
"IT is not living here!"

"THEN IM MOVING OUT!" He bellowed.

"No you are not!" Dustin yelled just a loud.
Biddy back away, trying to get out of the door.

"Go ahead! Try and fucking stop me!! He stays or I go!!"

"Fine....Let him stay." Dustin nodded, cocking the gun again.
"Slip and leave him with me one time."

"Oh don't worry I won't." He glared at his father and lifted Biddy up.
"Babe I'm so sorry about him..."

Dustin pointed the gun at Biddy, the barrel against the boys head.
"Out of my site."

"Fuck you dad." He held Biddy close and carried him up to his bedroom.