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Everything he was saying only made the woman start to laugh. "I don't know what responsibility is?" The accent she kept hidden from everyone started slipping. "Boy, you have no fucking idea. My son is five years old. I lost my job that I've had for years because of you and your little chase. I need that money to help pay bills and give my son the things he needs. So don't tell me what responsibility is. You have no fucking idea. I watched my sister get murdered and I have blamed myself for years. I have another job now within the same day of being fired. So please enlighten me how I don't know what responsibility is. You know nothing about me or my life. And sadly everything you're saying to me is just a reflection of how you feel about yourself."

Razael was beyond pissed. She was a mother. She was good mother. Even her own family had said that even if they hadn't wanted her to have the baby. She had given everything to make sure he had everything he needed. "You have no responsibility for your own actions let alone the ability to carry someone else." Her voice was rather calm, but on the inside she was boiling with anger. When he went to push at her, he missed. Whether out of reflexes from her brother or whatever had stopped the dart from hitting her, his punch didn't touch her. But it was enough. "Your actions speak even louder than your shouting. You are a child trying to pretend to be an adult and failing miserably. Good luck because you will fail." With that, she turned on her heels and headed for home where she knew her son would be waiting and she could finally see the calm in the storm whenever she was around him.