Stephen
I stared at the officer, unable to speak. After getting the call I rushed to the police station. There was no way that my son was dead. Not Jeremih. Before I knew Jeremih was my son, I had a soft spot for the kid. He was everything I hoped DeAndre would be and more. Hard worker, smart as a whip with my brains, very dependable and humble. He was never the type to do anything that would cost him his job or kill himself. I shook my head then started to get dress. When the call came from the police I was lying in one of the spare rooms. After the scene Melissa caused earlier, we got into an even bigger argument and I decided to sleep in the spare room. At first, I was going to put her ass out, but decided to wait a day at least. But that wasn’t important, what was important now, was
