Call Me Daddy 3

15

December 18
5:42 p.m

"Okay. I love you guys. You better get in bed when daddy tells you to, okay?" I tell all three of my boys as I stand at the front door with Ashlee beside of me.

Jason, the kids and I have already celebrated my twenty-fifth birthday and now Ashlee is taking me out. I've already told her that I can't do anything like drugs but I am allowed to have a beer or something.

Jason took a step forward and wraps me in his arms while whispering in my ear, "try not to drink, okay baby?"

I quickly give him a squeeze and back away, "I'm fine."

With that, Ashlee and I walk out the door and we head for the reservations she has made for Red Lobster. After we are seated, I order a simple bud light and Ashlee orders a margarita.

Our drinks are brought to us and we both order.

"I don't think Audrey is Damien's. I mean, of coarse there's a possibility but think about it, you were almost three months pregnant when Jason got out of jail."

Thinking in my head, I consider that she is right but I don't want to get my hopes up. I'm almost positive this baby is Damien's.

We eat our food and Ashlee moves I to her third drink, me moving onto my second.

"Wanna stop by Luke's house? He wants to tell you happy birthday," Ashlee spoke as we payed and headed for her car.

Luke is her boyfriend, they are inseparable and do everything together. So, I nodded my head and we started driving towards her house which is about a half an hour away from mine.

Neither Ashlee or I are capable of driving but what are we supposed to do? I need to get home and so does she.

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7:06 p.m

"Hey Luke," I stumble into his living room and plop down across from him, "what's up?"

"Nothing," his voice was low and as slow as a robot due to him being high, "want a birthday joint?"

Looking at the joint in his hand, I slowly shake my head and give an apologetic smile, "I'm pregnant."

"So," he shrugs his shoulders and looks at me as if I'm stupid, "I don't care. This doesn't hurt the baby."

The smart part of my brain knew he was lying but the drunk side had full control of me and I leaned over, grabbed the joint and a lighter before lighting it and taking a big puff.

Breathing in, I slowly let the smoke out and immediately let the smoke roll out of my mouth. I could feel my nerves immediately settle down and the world was at peace in my mind.

"Feel good?" Ashlee raised her left eyebrow as she rolled a joint for herself.

Nodding my head, my hand moves back to my mouth and I continue smoking.

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1:16 a.m

Stumbling into the house after six hours of getting high and smoking, I stumble up the stairs and into the room. I turn the light on thinking I'm the only one in the room but the brightness wakes Jason from his sleep and he slowly sits up.

"You're home late," he stated and eyes me up and down.

I try to keep my cool and slowly walk to the bed before sitting on the edge and taking my shoes off, "we...stayed - stayed out...later..that ex-pected," my words stumbled out and I lied back in the bed with my back to him.

"Can you roll over and have a decent conversation with me?"

"No...no."

"Emily..." He says in a soft voice and places his hand on my hip, "roll over baby."

I shake my head and cover up with the comforter to get more comfortable. I snuggle further into my pillow and try to block him out.

"Why?" His voice raises.

"Bec-a-ause I d-don't wan-t to....stop talk-king you are hurting....my..head," I tried to put my words together.

"Em..." He uses my nickname.

"Jason!" I groan and swat his hand off of my hip, "leave - m-me - alone!"

He grabs my cheeks and turns my head towards him, the redness in my eyes giving away that I'm high, "you are fucking high," he spits and turns the bedside lamp on before standing up, "go sleep on the couch!"

"Shut the f-fuck-k up stupi-d," I hiccup as my words leave my mouth.

"Really?! You are so immature! You need to learn how to grow up! Yes, I know things are hard right now but they are worse for me! You don't see me going out and getting high, do you?! No! So fucking stop! Go - sleep - on - the - couch!"

"NO!" I yell and continue to lie on the bed.

"I pay for this fucking house you dirty ass bitch! Get out of MY fucking bed and go sleep on the couch!"

"Don't speak to me like that," I turn my head to him and let him know that's not right.

"Oh so you're allowed to speak and do whatever you want to me but I can't do shit?! Fuck you! GET UP!"

"Shut up," I mutter and snuggle closer to my pillow.

I hear his footsteps approach my side of the bed and he grabs my feet, yanking them off of the bed and gives me a shove to get me off the bed.

Luckily I catch myself on my hands and knees before he starts speaking, "you don't get to come home high and treat me like shit, bitch! Fuck you! Go do something with your pathetic ass life! Tomorrow when you wake up the kids and I will - not - be - here! You are unfit to be a mother!"

"SHUT UP!" I scream in the most ear piercing voice ever, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I stand up on my feet and lunge at him, hitting him over and over again as he tries to get away from me, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yell.

"Emily stop! You're going to hurt the baby! Get off of me before I do something I'm going to regret!"

"EMILY!" His raspy voice fills the room. I grab his hair and start hitting at his head, totally ignoring all of his words, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

After he that, he picks me up and throws me on the bed to release some anger, "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! DONT EVER LAY YOUR FILTY HANDS ON ME BECAUSE I WONT HOLD MYSELF BACK NEXT TIME! NO, YOU KNOW WHAT?! THERE WONT BE A NEXT TIME!"

Throwing the door open, he walks into Tyler's room and packs him a small bag while I throw everything back out, "you aren't taking my kids from me! I gave birth you aswhole!"

"Oh whatever, get a fucking grip!"

"Stop!" I try to grab Tyler's bag.

"C'mon Tyler, come with Daddy."

Doing what Jason told him, I follow the both as he packs a bag for the other two and walks down stairs.

"NO!" I guard the front door, "I will call the cops on you! You can't take my kids from me!"

"Move Emily."

"Put them back to bed and talk this out with me!" I get in his face again.

"No because you don't want to talk things out, you want to yell them out! Move out of my fucking way so my kids don't have to see this!"

"Stop!" I yell when he tries to step around me.

"LET US GO!"

"NO BECAUSE WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A HAPPY FAMILY! YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME, JASON!"

"Move. I will find you help and we can try to move forward but for right now you need to move."

"Baby," I step forward and grab his face with my hands, "baby love conquers all! C'mon please! Baby remember? Remember how our love is so strong?! Please don't leave me by myself!"

"Be out of the house by noon tomorrow."

A:N - dun dun dunnnnnnn!!! Bet you weren't expecting that we're you?! Nope! But I still love you guys!

Xoxo - Alexa!