It's been nearly a year since Jamison had moved into my house. Nothing went wrong. The year was painfully long. He was like a cat sometimes. He barely knew how to bathe himself, eat on his own, nor keep his temper in the right place.
I had to give him baths continuously. He'd always manage to get dirty so easily. From either being outside or some other magical way. He hated baths with a passion. He almost was a cat whenever you tried bathing him. As soon as he touched the water he would put up a huge fight and scratch until he got out.
Lucky for me... It was bath time for him today. He got a bath every other day. Jesus he was like my fucking son.
"Jamison! Get your ass in here right now!" He came running as fast as he could with a smile on his face. I was sitting in the bathroom, tub already filled.
His smile instantly faded and he tried running away. I grabbed him by his small ankle and made him fall.
"Get in now. I'm not dealing with your bullshit today. Take your clothes off." I let go of his ankle and ran to the door to guard it so he couldn't be the little escape artist he tended to be.
"Ya didn't have to make me fall ya asshat!" He slowly removed the t-shirt he was wearing along with his shorts. It took me a lot to get him to wear something other than those ugly ass shorts and to actually wear a shirt. He hated wearing shirts.
With our great encounter during his first bath session, I found out he never wore underwear either. It was awkward. I tried my best to avoid making eye contact with any of those certain parts on his body. It was awkward and for some reason really difficult to do at times.
I had to go to the store and buy him a whole new wardrobe worth of clothes. He actually looked like a decent human for once. His skin was stained of an odd dark color that refused to come off no matter what. His body had few sun spots on it. His tattoo was somewhat faded.
He continued to strip down his clothes. Surprisingly I convinced him to wear underwear as well at some point. He was standing in nothing but just his underwear. He stared at me in an odd way for a moment.
"What?" I groaned. His look intensified. He looked as if he wanted to say something but the words wouldn't form. He kept his eyes glued on me for a bit longer than turned around and took the remainder of his clothes off.
He hopped in the shower and I threw him the shampoo and conditioner and told him what to do. He did as he was told. He wasn't starting any fights tonight which was odd but good at the same time.
I had left to grab him his towel. The towel I had gotten was his favorite. It was black with tiny holes everywhere. He settled with that one for some odd reason.
I opened the door and Jamison jumped up as if I scared him. He sat in the bath water that had soap bubbles layering over the top of the water. He had already washed the shampoo out and left the conditioner on as he was told. Now this is where I come in.
I walked up to the tub and got on my knees. I leaned against the small wall that separated me and the tiny boy. My shirt was getting wet from the water Jamison managed to get all over the place.
I took his sponge and lathered it up in cheap dollar store soap. I rubbed it around the whole entire sponge until it was extremely soapy.
