Daddy Dearest

Introduction: Getting Him Back

Blake's POV

I stood in front of an unfamiliar door, getting flashbacks of the day I left. After 6 months of searching, I had finally found my son. I didn't leave my family of my own choice. I was forced to leave just when I was about to leave for my own good. Let's start from the beginning.

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No matter how much I love Susan, it just couldn't work. When she started craving for her drugs, she would get really eccentric and crazy. She doesn't give a damn for anyone around her. With her blood-shot eyes and sneering lips, she would scream at me to die a thousands deaths. All I could do was walk away from her, but there was no way I was going to behave like that in front of our son. 

Jaden, was the son we conceived way too soon for our age. A son of which I didn't get to see be  born because I was locked away in a juvenile rehabilitation center at 17 years old.  A son  who took 90% of his looks from mother. Apart from his hair and eyes, he could've been her mini-twin.

We were just unruly teenagers getting high on life. I was addicted to my anger of never being accepted by my father, and hers was due to her strict father forcing her to follow in the generational footsteps of her grandmother, mother and so on. 

Of course, with a child on the way, I came to the decision to get my act clean and was able to find a job, but Susan wasn't as strong as I was. Susan kept on a downward spiralling... till the day she disappeared. I'm such a shit person that I don't even know when exactly she even vanished. She just did.

Susan had started off with Xanax, and somehow she moved on to valium and ecstasy. When that wasn't enough, mushrooms or heroin and finally crack. It was sad to see her go down that road. Her once beautiful black luscious hair, had turn dull and brittle. Those pretty blue eyes, became lifeless and shifty. Her entire being was just a empty shell of who she use to be. A vibrant girl with a bright future ahead of her, now had the attention span like that of a young child with a floating mind; and even more so when she was on one of her benders.

The thing that would piss me off the most, was when she was craving and in one of her bad moods, she tended to take it out on our child. She'd throw glass cups, and plates his way. They would all break and the shards would wind up embedded into his skin.  She'd flicked cigarettes butts his way, blaming him for everything that went bad in her life. 

I didn't want to leave her; not in this state. I wanted her to get clean, but she would only ever be truly clean if it was her decision, not mine. Soon I subjected myself to the abuse in order to protect him. By default, my son and I grew close, just as I grew timid and depressed. 

When Jaden begun talking and walking, I couldn't be around much since I was out working 16 hour shifts. Why? The people who hired me already had some type of pre-conceived notion about me. I didn't want to be negative, but I was assuming that they were either giving me the toughest shifts to force me to quit or to work hard in order to stay away from temptation. 

The job I had found was due to my younger brother's connections. My brother and I weren't exactly close, but for some reason, he lent me a hand. A hand that I desperately needed since my father had turned his back on me and basically disinherited me.

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I protected Jaden as much as I could but, he wasn't blind. When he was 8, he asked me a stagnant question. "Blake, do I make mom unhappy?" My expression probably said all, as he hid his face under the sheets. "Why does Mom need those drugs? My Teacher say that people who turn to drugs are unhappy with their lives."