Chris' POV
I feel bad for being a jackass to Aviva. Her body gave up on her after giving birth, leaving her son motherless. And being his father, I had to face the fact that I was someday going to have to tell him about mommy.
I abused Aviva during our relationship. It's my fault. I'm the reason she always was hiding. The reason she took drugs before and during her pregnancy. I am the reason she was trying to run away. I thought she knew I loved her. I was a huge jackass and my son is there to forever remind me of my mistakes. Of the abuser I am. Of the self loathing, selfish man I am.
I look down at the crib, his big sparkling eyes forcing the words back into my brain.
As he grew older, he wasn't being built like a man. I had to admit I felt embarrassed to call him my son. More like a daughter. But yet, he was his mother in every way. He spoke like her, had her temper, her brains too. But yet he too knew of the embarrassment I had for him. "I'm not a girl, dad. I'm just... A teenager." God damn his voice is squeaky as fuck. I'm sure he will never find a woman.
When he turned 17, he reminded me so much of his mother. He even dressed like her.
I... I'm a sick fuck. I rape my son like if he was Aviva and force him to do shit he doesn't want. The key thing Aviva or anyone missed telling me is that he also has what a woman has. I got him pregnant. I tried so fucking hard not to make my same mistakes. So just like his mommy, I fucked up their lives.
"Dad... I..." I looked up at my 20 year old son and my five year old... Daughter. It makes me sick to think that I caused her. "Tell me son."
"I'm going to go somewhere else with her. I'm moving out." I just stood there and watched them. Why didn't Aviva do that?
