Crawl

Fourteen\\

Slim\\

There was a court case. The judge decided to give custody to Jason. I refused to go down without a fight, so my lawyer tried his hardest to convince her to give Katelyn back to me. It didn't work though.

The court case was a week ago, and every day since then I was devastated. Jenna would call in for me every day telling them I was extremely sick, which wasn't completely a lie considering almost as soon as the case was dismissed, I had a terrible stomachache and felt queezy. Since then, I've been having headaches and would throw up every once in a while.

I laid in bed and didn't talk to anyone. Kristen would come to my bedroom every morning, afternoon, and night to check up on me. When she started conversations, I'd just stare at her blankly and play with my fingers.

I couldn't believe it. I know I've said it a lot of times before, but this was just hard to understand. They gave him custody. And no matter how hard I tried, he wins.

But that's what's expected. This is Jason's world. Everything goes his way. And if someone did something out of his boundaries, they were killed, unless they proved to be essential to his survival in some way.

At this point, if I couldn't live with Katelyn under my wing, and if the state was really going to deny me custody of my daughter, I didn't want to live. Jason was killing me slowly by doing this, and he must have known this. It was torturous. And I didn't know why he didn't just get it over with and shoot me in the head and kill me. It would be much better for everyone if I was out of the picture. I gave up.

If a fight was what he wanted, then a fight was what he got. And he won. He took all of my energy out of me, as well as my only reason to live after all the pain and heartbreak I've gone through. And Jason was living happily ever after in his own little kingdom of terror.

Fuck him.

Jason\\

I held Katelyn in my arms as I entered the gang's house. The guys cleaned up for me so Katelyn's entrance into the home was pretty nice. She had gotten big since I last held her, and I couldn't be happier to finally be in her life.

It almost sucked that Slim couldn't be there to watch Katelyn grow up, but that's the way shit goes. If it were that big of a deal, she'd march over here and apologize to me and beg for forgiveness.

"This will be your room, Princess." I smiled as I entered the guest bedroom, that I already decorated with girly shit for Katelyn. "See, there's an Elsa and an Anna and even a little Olaf the Cocai-- I mean Snowman." I pointed out. "And a Snow White and Winnie the Pooh."

"Is she settled in?" Slade asked, "I'm going to the store. You need anything?"

"Um, actually, some diapers for Katelyn. And pads, or tampons. I don't know what girls use more."

Slade made a face, to which I replied "Duh. Girls get periods. What if Katelyn gets hers?"

"Dumbass, that's when she's sexually mature." Slade rolled his eyes. "Wait about twelve years before you buy that shit for her."

"Well don't yell at me, bitch." I spat. "Y'know, you can't be a dickhead all your life. You just can't."

"I can, and I will." Slade said, "I'm leaving man. And I'm not buying tampons or pads for your daughter. That's fucking weird."

"Yo, stop cursing around my fucking kid, goddammit." I yelled as he walked away. He turned around and grimaced at me.

"Suck my di--"

Before he could finish his sentence, I pointed my gun at him and silenced him. He groaned and turned around to walk away. That's what I thought, bitch.

I brought Katelyn towards her crib and looked inside. "You have a Beauty and the Beast bed set, is that fine?" I asked, expecting an answer but getting the same look she gave me since I retrieved her from the hospital earlier today.

"You gotta work with me here, Sweet Pea." I said, sitting down with her in my lap. "Okay, what's your favorite colour?"

Silence.

"Mine too!" I exclaimed. "What's your favorite music?"

Silence.

"Me too!" I laughed. "Who do you love more? Me or Mommy?" I asked. I'm petty, and I know that.

"Mama." Katelyn cooed.

"Me t-- No." I gave her a straight face. I rolled my eyes at my daughter and continued with my queries.

"What's your favorite type of gun?" I asked.

Silence.

"Mine too!" I smiled. "I can't wait til you're two years old, Katey. I'm gonna teach you how to shoot guns and kill people with your bare hands. I'll have you fighting bitches and douches by the time you go to kindergarten."

I awed at the thought. My daughter would definitely be the best fighter in her class. I can't wait!

"Mama."

"Her too. You'll fuck her up as soon as she comes after Daddy. My little Katelyn will be the best bodyguard a dad can ever ask for." I smirked.

"Never." The familiar, aggravating voice said from the doorway. "It's true? You have a kid?"

I groaned loudly and carried Kate to her crib.

"What do you want Cassie?" I asked.

"Um, I came to work shit out between us, but not anymore if your pullout game weak. Elohel, who would've thought? Jason McCann--Weak pullout game. Now that's a breathtaking title for the newspaper. Can't wait to tell people about it."

"You're not telling anyone anything, Cassandra." I firmly stated. "Anybody knows I have a kid, and I'm killing you A.S.A.P." I pointed in her face as she smirked at me.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" Cassie asked. She snarled with laughter before regaining her composure. "I won't tell on two conditions."

"What?" I asked, almost nervous of the answer.

"One: You and I. Fucking. Hardcore. On video." She smiled at me, brushing her hand on my arm. "I need the recognition." She licked her lips and looked down to my crotch.

"Two?" I asked, raising a brow.

"I need you to kill a bitch for me." Cassie cleared her throat. "I don't got all the details about her right now, but just know that when I give you her info that she's to be finished that day."

"Stop with the formalities, Cassie. I'll kill her, now get out of here."

"Uh-uh-uh." She smiled, "I still want to fuck." I watched as she waved a video camera in my face with a mischievous smirk on her face. "I'm ready now."

"I'm with my kid, Cassie. What the hell?" I pointed to Katelyn, who stood in her crib staring at us.

"Oh, but she won't remember anything. I just need you to let me suck your dick and eat me out and let me ride you until we both cum."

"Basically you want to fuck, and no. I'm taking care of Katelyn."

"I guess I'll let everyone know you're with your daughter now." Cassie sang. I groaned and gave in. If I knew she'd be so clingy, I would've left her alone in the beginning of our fling. What the fuck?

"Good. I'll go freshen up." She said, sauntering away from me and heading to the bathroom.

Fuck that bitch.