Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

F i v e

Shit.

I carefully turned around. Dreading to meet the person before me.

Ben. Again.

"Oh god." I groaned. "Do not tell me you're all here."

He chuckled. "Wow hey Ben, it's been a while! Great to see you!"

I rolled my eyes. "I really don't feel like conversing right now. Also, do not let that asshole know I'm here. Nice to see you. Bye."

"Wait!" He said, catching up with me.

"What?" I snapped. "Sorry."

"You work here?"

I nodded. "Yep."

Please leave me alone.

"How's Matty? Denis always talks about him." He asks, walking along with me. "I tried to visit you both, but some man answered the door."

"I moved. Matty is fine. Denis shouldn't fucking worry about my child. If he did he would've attempted to see him. Now can I please go? I don't want to talk about that douchebag." I spat.

I may have been coming across like a compete bitch, but what I was implying was true.

"I guess." He said, scratching the back of his neck. "You've changed, love."

"Don't we all." I mumbled before storming off.

Don't get me wrong, I felt horrible for talking to Ben like that. But I had to keep them all away from me.

Home time couldn't come any quicker. This hotel is bad luck.

I eventually avoided Ben for the rest of my shift. Checking out as soon as it hit 2am.

Never again will I cover for anyone.

I practically ran to my car, making my way to my moms house. She knows what happened with Denis, hence why she's being amazing with the help.

Her and my dad had problems when I was a child, so she somewhat understands what I'm going through.

I quietly entered. Shutting the door behind me.

The living room was dark. I tip toed upstairs and opened my mom and dads bedroom door. The lamp was on, Matty lay between my mom and dad, his flustered face fast asleep.

I smiled warmly. He looked so cosy.

"Mom." I whispered.

She jumped before she noticed me.

"Hi" she said sleepily.

"I'm just gonna get Matty, I left you some money downstairs. Don't deny it! Thanks again!" I whispered, knowing she was too tired to fully adjust to what I was saying.

"Okay baby. No problem, night." And with that, she instantly fell back asleep.

I carefully picked up a sleeping Matty.

He looked so adorable.

I kissed him on the cheek. He's too good. I've always said it, always will.

Babies are too innocent for this world. All though he's two, he's my little baby.

I gently placed him in his car seat, making sure he was strapped in before running around to my side. Starting the engine and driving home.

******

I awoke the next day, thank god I do not have work today. Hello Saturday.

I checked my phone, 10am, mentally singing at the fact Matty was still asleep.

I hopped out of bed, going to the bathroom to wash my face. After that, I quietly checked on Matty who was still asleep. I have never met a kid that sleeps so much.

I went into the open area, opening the blinds and Windows, letting the warm fresh morning air of LA fill my apartment whilst I began cleaning up.

I stuck on the tv, letting music play somewhat quietly.

"Next up on official AP charts is Asking Alexandria, let it sleep!'

Nope nope nope. I quickly shuffled over to the tv about to change it, that was until I got curious.

God. It's been a while since I've seen that face. Bastard.

'You're fucked and I am too!'

I squinted at his face. I finally had enough and changed the channel.

I need to stop thinking about him. I went two years without thinking! And now he just has to show up in the hotel! Great.

Matty began to cry, finally awake. I rushed into him.

"Morning baba!" I cooed, picking him up.

He blabbered some nonsense whilst trying to get a good grip on my hair.

"Bold!" I chuckled.

He pouted before sticking his tongue out at me.

"Matty!" I giggled. "Put that tongue away!"

He cackled loudly as I brought him into the open area.

You have got to be kidding me.

They were on again. This time with a different song.

"Music!" He said, pronouncing it like 'moosic.'

Asshole music!

"Yeah music." I smiled. Setting him down on the ground so he could play.

I watched him as he crawled over and grabbed the tv stand so he could stand up.

"Who that?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

Oh I don't know, your low life dad who doesn't care about us?

"A singer baby." I said with a sad smile, putting the clean dishes away.

I'm kinda glad he doesn't remember Denis. He did only get to see him two times. It lasted like three months.