Oscar Robinson was furious, he was angry, his little girl was pregnant and he wanted nothing but to pound the living hell out of the bastard that was responsible. He couldn't even imagine his little daughter having s*x, it was something he never wanted to think of.
The most annoying and irritating part of the entire dilemma was the fact that she wouldn't talk to him. They had always been closer, and their bond was thicker than blood. She had always told him everything, but the opposite was the case with the pregnancy, she kept her lips sealed and refused to tell him the name of the father.
It drove Oscar crazy, it had crossed his mind that she didn't actually know the father, but he knew that his daughter did know, she didn't just want to say anything, and it was out of pure defiance.
