Carlos Chávez
Beep.
I called it. It's retarded.
Beep.
He looks so much like me.
Beep.
I hate him. I'm lying.
Beep.
I love him.
Beep.
He has my eyes.
My nose.
My face.
Beep.
He's mine.
That's my kid.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
What is that?
Is it an... alarm?
Is there a fire?
What?
It's the...
No.
It's her heart.
"NURSE!
HELP!
HER
HEART-
SOMEBODY!
HE
CAN'T
GROW
UP
WITHOUT!
NO!
NO!
NO!
PLEASE,
STAY
WITH
ME!
PLEASE
I'M
BEGGING
YOU!
Please
please
please
please
PLEASE!
YOU
CAN'T
MAKE
ME
DO
THIS
ALONE!
YOU
FUCKING
ADDICT!
I
HATE
YOU!
I
DONT
EVEN
REMEMBER
YOUR
NAME!"
The nurses and doctors pull me away from her and surround her.
They had her hooked to a heart monitor because they said that they were worried that she was too weak to give birth. But that was hours ago. she was talking to me not even 10 minutes ago! They said she was fine now! They gave me their word! I'm going to kill them. I want my hands around that doctor's fat neck. I want to hear him wheeze and fight for oxygen. I want him to fucking die. I want his blood on my hands.
I hold my son close to me as I fall to my knees and sob.
I'm alone.
I'm crying about a woman I don't even know.
I haven't cried since my mom died.
The last conversation we had was an argument because she wanted to name my child Indigo. It's a faggot's name.
Jack Parker
First date is going good on my standards.
She doesn't try and hide that she finds me attractive.
We're at a fancy-ish restaurant.
She gets out of her seat and leads me to the family bathroom.
Soon we're fucking like dogs on the floor, then the wall, then the toilet, then the wall again.
"You're pretty experienced, huh? I like me an experienced man." She says inbetween breaths.
I'm a virgin but it she thinks the opposite so I won't say anything.
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