Becoming the Bad Boy [ON HOLD]

Chapter 20

Becoming the Bad Boy
Chapter 20

"What the fuck was that?"

I stayed seated on the bed, my head in my hands.

"That officer was the one who stalked us all that time. Remember the pictures I showed you?" I blocked out all sounds. What is going on?

Everything happened so suddenly.

"I need to speak to you." It was April's soft voice that cut through the commotion of the room and everyone grew silent as they looked between us. I nodded my head and lead her from the sitting room to the kitchen as I knew the noise was less likely to travel.

She came forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, her face buried in my chest.

"I'm pregnant."

**

It's scary. The mere thought is scary. That you contributed to creating life.

It's also scary how there is even a slight possibility that I could turn out like my father. And that is so fucking scary because no child deserves that.

So, this child here, in front of me, is mine.

And I am going to protect him or her.

And I am going to love him or her.

And I am going to cherish him or her.

Because valuing a life is so important.

I dropped down onto my knees, my hands trembling and my heart throbbing. My shaking hands soon became stable as they met the forming bump. Shit. This was so hard. With everything going on at the moment its scary to know that I may be putting my child in danger- just like I did to April.

"Hey baby". I softly whispered to the growing bump

"This is kind of a difficult time for you to come into this world but daddy's going to protect you".

I'm going to become a father.

And soon after that I passed out.

**

Poke.

Poke.

Silence.

Poke.

I sit on the couch with an ice pack firmly pressed on to my head. After I had unprofessionally passed out after the news of me becoming a father, I somehow hit my head.

"Did he really pass out?"

"How is he going to look after a baby if he can't look after himself?"

I ignored the commotion around me and only flushed at the comments. How could I pass out? That's just embarrassing.

I grit my teeth as Jason continued to poke me.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Without a sound I lunged at him and we both crashed to the ground. "Stop fucking poking me." I growled out before rolling off him and taking my seat back on the couch.

April gently rolled her eyes and grabbed the ice pack off me and ventured off into the kitchen to replace it with a frozen pack.

I heard a scream and rushed towards her while the other followed behind. She was on the floor, glass surrounding her as she tried to scramble back. The only thing I could see was a smashed window and my wife on the floor.

It just won't stop will it?

And once again, I looked out of the window and saw a figure. Only illuminated by the dim street light. The ghost of a smile was still on his face.

My father.

He was back.