daddy didn't see, he must be asleep.
the boy is still in my room.
he looks very tired.
"you can come sleep with me."
"what's your name?" he asked.
"it's troye, what is yours?"
"jacob."
i smiled widely.
"it suits you."
jacob stood up from the floor, slowly making his way over to the bed.
"how long have you been here for?"
"years. daddy truly loves me."
he frowned.
"you do realize what he's doing, right?"
i only shook my head.
"he's using you,"
"no that's not true.. d..daddy said he would never do that."
"he was talking to someone on the phone about you being sick. not knowing what to do with you since you can't look as perfect as you usually do in his pictures.."
"is that why he brought you here?"
"i guess so. but it's not like i want to be here-" jacob said but stopped once he saw the small boy turn on his hide with tears filled in his eyes.
"im sorry, i didn't know he meant that much to you..."
"he's my daddy."
no longer, no longer, daddy.
