Okay, I don't know if this is okay. I think it's rather bipolar. It's chewy and I'm still biting. Help me out and comment, please? CxP
If I'm supercallafragalisticexpialadoshusly lucky, I might even get a vote... but better not get ma hopes up!
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“Jesse, this is Ash… he’s your son. I know you’re young, but I already have my family… I can’t tell my husband or children about you or him, I love you both but… I’m so sorry.” She pushed the tiny child into my numb arms and wiped her sleeve across her sodden face.
She leaned in and kissed my cheek before running into the rain and driving away in her expensive, flashy car.
I stared down at the kid as it squirmed in its blanket and sobbed. It started screaming and I was so anxious and confused, I didn’t know what to do.
Why did she just leave? With no explanation, no help?
The screaming diminished when I clasped the bundle against my thundering chest and I felt the warmth of the child’s petite little hands clutching onto my black t-shirt.
Its soft breaths heated my heart and melted my confusion and anger to a near nothingness. His chubby cheeks brought an unfamiliar smile to my lips and his skin was as soft as a lily’s petals.
What is happening to me?!
“Jess, who was it?”
Mom! Shit! What do I do?
I freeze like I was guilty of freaking murder.
I feel her cool palm on my rigid shoulder, and that’s when I collapse… literally.
The cold cement of our front porch slammed against my knees and I clasped the baby’s blankets in my fists as if my life depended on it.
My chest was so tight I couldn’t breathe and the only thing that saved my sanity was little Ash’s hands.
Ash. I always liked that name. Ash. Ash. Ash.
He needs me. My breathing calmed, the tears gone.
I need him. Ever since I saw him my stone cold heart actually felt whole.
My little Ash.
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أدب المراهقينJesse Hamilton has always been lonely. Ever since he started highschool he's been searching for something to make him smile, whether it be sex, drugs, alcohol, parties, he did it all. But with all the bliss comes the torment, and his was forced on...
