Daddy Dearest

Chapter 8: Perspective

Huba-huba.
Onee-chan likes what she sees!!! Jaden(Jamie) looks so facking sexy with his new look. 

I love that hair cut. In fact the whole outfit looks cool.

Day-yum-yum. *drools*(I didn't like the emo before look-it's overly effeminate- just my opinion-so I changed it ^_^)

Enjoy

Onee-chan!!

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Blake's POV

I hadn't seen Jaden for 3 days and I was already starting to get worried. He was over at Neil's but then just disappeared after only the fourth call. Neil told me he didn't know where Jaden went. Probably lying to cover for my troublesome son. After what happened, I was positive that a little time away would do good. 

I remembered my first argument with my parents. They wanted enforcing their  Arons hierarchy by forcing me to Susan after she had gotten pregnant. At the time, Susan and I weren't doing good but I still decided to look past her cheating. Being tripped-out was her excuse but for the sake of what would be Jaden, I wanted it to work. I just didn't want to be forced into a marriage just to save face or forced to go to rehab, when I didn't consider myself to be an addict. 

Typical denial. 

I had had the most heated argument with my parents about the subject. Rushing out of the house, I rode my bike over to Susan's place to vent as I usually did. I just started spilling all the shitty things my parents had said to me. I was saying something along the lines of not being understood and all that teenage melodrama and had said something about wanting to forget about the whole Arons name. 

"You want to forget?" she had asked and I shook my head dejectedly. That was when she scavenged through her drawers and took out a bag of white powder. I wasn't stupid, I knew exactly what that was but I thought that she was only dealing it. I choose to ignore the fact that maybe she had been using long before that. "That's what I use to forget." 

"I ... I..." I didn't know what to say and blanked. The furthest I'd go was Amphetamines. Personally my choices were mostly weed, vicodin, Percocet, and OxyContin. Susan was always able to get them and had once told me that she had someone who'd write out fake prescriptions for her.

Still, at that moment, I was vulnerable and took the tiny bag in my fingers hesitantly. "Let it take you Blake. Let it take you and forget everything," Susan cooed.   

I saw her eyes glittered, as she watched me line off the powder using a razor.  I took the straw sniffing the substance up my nose. It burned as hell, as it entered my body. She was about to pick up the straw in her hand. I don't know what it was, but it hit me that she was pregnant and yet, she didn't seem to care.

"Susan, the baby," I said taking away the straw. 

"...I don't want it," she suddenly said very gravely and then, like a switch her tone changed into a more gigglish delivery. "What I want is for you to give me back that straw." 

I remember that night being the last time I ever touched the stuff. The very next day, I was back at the main house. I quietly agreed to take the rehabilitation course. Father didn't want a bastard grandchild, and I refused to marry just to save face. Going against Father wasn't the smartest but I stood my ground against him. In the end, he let me go but never spoke to me again.