What The Hell Did I Do?

WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!?!?!?!?!?!(12)

Jason's P.O.V

I was at home now waiting for her to arrive. Three hours had passes sense I got home. She was supposed to have been her an hour ago. A knock on the door help stop my panic attacks. I opened it to reveal a women in her teens.

Her hair was blazing red with gold eyes. She was short for her age, but her attitude made her seem tall, taller than me.

"Here, I can't do it anymore. This is all your fault and it's not my responsibility."She said. She handing me a bag with lots of stuff in it. In my whole life I had never hit a women nor ever have, but at this very moment my anger was leading to temptation.

"How could you say that?"I asked her through clenched teeth. She scoffed and glared at me with pure hatred.

"Like this. Here you go."With that she slammed the door shut. Not a sound was heard. I looked down at the little blonde boy standing at me with tears in his eyes.

"Mommy!"He screamed running to the door. He was too small to reach the handle but he started to kick and scream mommy over and over. I leaned over and picked him up.

"It's ok daddy is here."I said hugging him closer. I couldn't let him suffer.

"Daddy?"He asked in a questioning voice.

"Yes."I said leaning back to look in his eyes to show that I wasn't lying. He hugged me and cried. I rocked him back and forth. He fell asleep with Barney in one hand and a sippy cup in the other.

I walked over to my bedroom and laid him in my bed. I got worried when he was consumed by the blankets. I told myself that I needed to buy a bed for him. I had money, well my dad's money. My dad would be home soon and he would be able to help me. He knew I already had a kid, but didn't care.

For the next hour I laid next to him just watching over making sure nothing bad would happen. When I was positive he was ok I went to go take a shower. Ten minutes later I came out to see that he wasn't in the room.

"What?"I whispered. I put boxers on and ran out the room. I searched frantically through the upstairs. I went downstairs and in the living room to find him in the arms of my father.

"He's cuter than you were when you were a kid."He said looking up at me. I smiled at that. Glad that he wasn't kidnapped or worse.

"Yeah."I said taking a seat in the chair across from them both. He had eyes just like me but somehow got blonde hair.

"He's going to be a handful. Tomorrow we'll make a list of things you'll need. We'll pick them up when you get finished."He said smiling down at my kid, his grandson.

"Yeah, his mom is a complete loser and a whole bunch of other words but I don't want to cuss in front of him. She just left him here, like he was nothing."I whispered. Now tears were coming to my eyes. I had never cried in front of my father but it just couldn't be helped. He snapped his head in my direction.

"That doesn't matter anymore. What you need to worry about is taking care of him and making sure he gets what he needs. Make sure you love him and nothing goes wrong. It'll be my duty to spoil him rotten."He said through a smile looking back down at him.

"What's his name?"He asked. Crap. How is it I don't even know my own son's name?

"I don't know."I said through a frantic whisper. All he did was laugh. "What?"I asked.

"Nothing, all you have to do is just ask him tomorrow morning, but for now you and him need your sleep. You have a long day ahead of you."He said getting up from the couch and putting my kid in my arms. I looked down at him and gasped.

He was so beautiful, there was no other word to describe him. I had a duty, nothing would harm him. I would love him with all of my heart and give him what he needs. He was mine and always will be.

I went up to the room and lied down next to him. Even though it would be a long day, I was looking forward to those long days as long as I had him by my side. My son.