Short Stories

Daddy.

   A mother and her son have just moved after a long intense court hearing with her abusive ex husband. He was fighting for custody and accused her of lying about the abuse he caused her, little did he know she had images and videos stocked up to use against him and he lost. He wasn't so happy about that, especially after he went to jail. 

 They've just settled into their new home three months after the hard chapter of their life. This is a new one. The son is in his bed, fast asleep or.. is he? the mother is downstairs on the couch watching one of her new favorite shows. She's so invested in her new show, she doesn't hear her son having a conversation with someone. Not till he screams. She rushes upstairs, ready to comfort him since he's been having terrible nightmares recently, only to see him sitting on his bed and smiling as he stares at an open window. 

 She is confused but puts him back to sleep, feeling relieved and happy that she could get back to her show. A couple minutes later she hears him talking to someone so she slowly and sneakily walks up the stairs, calling his name once she's at the top of the stairs but suddenly hears rustling and a little bang. She rushes to the room and looks at him, him looking back at her then slightly looking at the closet. 

"Jacob" She says with a worried and confused voice. "Who were you talking to? weren't you meant to be sleeping sweetie?" 

He nods. "Yes mommy. I'm sorry" He lays back down, pulling the covers over his head. 

  Despite being worried and suspicious, she turns the TV off and heads to bed. She gets him ready and dresses him for class the next morning. After dropping him off she walks to her favorite coffee shop, and swears she saw someone who looked like her ex husband across the street from her while walking. But brushes it off, telling herself she's just too tired. She does her online work, cleans the house, does some errands and goes to pick up her son from school. They do their usual weekday routine which includes, eating together, putting him in the bath, letting him play for a bit then putting him to bed. 

  She finally gets him to sleep, going downstairs to watch her show. After about three hours or so she starts to get tired and heads upstairs to her room. She passes his bedroom door but stops once she hears muffled talking, but shakes her head.. sure that she's put him to bed. 

The next morning when she's dressing him for class, she looks up at him and can't help but ask him if he was talking to anyone last night. Her eyes grow wide in horror and shock once he says ..

"Yes mommy.. I was playing with daddy" with an innocent smile on his face.