(S/N)= son's name
(J/N)= jerks name
Men can be cruel, woman can be ruthless heartbreakers. Whatever the case, it's wrong to treat others poorly. I've always been taught to treat others with respect weather or not they show any to you. It's how you separate the kind hearted from the dark hearted. And that's what I want to teach my son.
My name is (Y/N) and I have a two year old son named (S/N). He has my (H/C) hair, but his bastard of a fathers eyes which are blue. I have a few choice words for that man, but all-in-all I will not hate him. Some may disagree when they hear what he did, but it's not in my nature to hate anyone. When I told him I was pregnant he walk out on me.
I felt a tug on the hem of my shirt. I looked down to see (S/N) standing there with his thumb in his mouth. He held his blanket with the same hand that he was pulling on my shirt with. He raised his arms up wanting me to pick him up. I smiled and picked him up.
"Are you ready to go shopping?" I asked him. He shook his head 'no' making me laugh. I grabbed my purse and (S/N)'s elephant plush. He never goes anywhere without it. We live down the block from the grocery store so we usually walk there and back.
~Time skip 10 minutes later~
I held (S/N)'s hand with one hand and a paper bag with a few groceries in the other. We were on our way home walking through a crowd of people. I tighten the grip I had on (S/N)'s hand just enough so he won't be able to get out of my grip. Just then a man in a hooded coat picked up (S/N) and ripped him from my grasp.
"(S/N) no!" I screamed while dropping my bag of groceries. I started running after the person who took my son. I pushed past people, trying to keep up with the kidnapper. I saw him turn down an alleyway, I skidded to a stop the followed the person down the alley which happened to be a dead end. The person turned and looked at me while holding (S/N) to their chest. (S/N) had tears in his eyes.
"Let my so go! Now!" I yell. The person chuckled darkly.
"Why would I do that?" came a mans voice from behind the hood. "He's my son as well." He says making my eyes go wide with shock.
"No." I whispered. He removed his hood revealing the asshole who left me. Anger welled in my chest, but I stayed calm. "Why? Why do you come back now?"
"Mommy." whimpers (S/N).
"Don't over think this. I'm just here bring (S/N) to my boss. I don't have any intentions of making amends with you or reforming something that was broken." he says.
"Why does your boss want my son?" I ask emphasizing the word 'my'. He smirks.
"Can't tell ya that." he says. "I however can't let you live to tell anyone that I was here." He says pulling out a gun and aiming at me. He pulls the tiger making me close my eyes in fright. I hear the bullet hit against something, but it sounded metal. I open my eyes and saw man with black hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, standing in front of me holding a sword.
"Woah." I gasped quietly.
"Let the child go." says the man with a sword.
"Who the hell are you?" asks (J/N).
"I will not tell you again. Let the child go." says the ravenette. (S/N) struggles in (J/N)'s arms. The new guy runs at (J/N) in a flash. He slashed his arm and grabs (S/N). "You should've listened." (J/N) holds his arm to stop the bleeding.
The raven haired man walked over to me and handed me (S/N). I take him and hug him close to me. (S/N) wraps his arms around my neck. I whisper calming words into his ear, then look up at the man and noticing his soft, pale blue eyes.
"Thank you..." I start, but I don't know his name.
"Kurho and it was really no problem Ms." he says sheathing his sword.
"Please call me (Y/N)." I say, he nods his head with a smile.
"Who might this be?" asks Kurho gesturing to (S/N).
"This is my son, (S/N). And that asshole you took him from was his deadbeat father. He left once he found out I was pregnant."
"Well he didn't seem to have good intentions for (S/N) here. Why don't you let me walk you home?" he asks. I smile.
"I'd like that. Thank you." I say. We begin the walk home, leaving (J/N) in the alley. As we walk Kurho and I talk more. It's funny really. After what (J/N) did it was hard for me to open up to other men, but there's something different about Kurho. And it's not just because he saved (S/N). Sadly though the walk was short and we stopped on the doorstep of my house.
"Thank you again Kurho. I don't know what I'd do if I lost (S/N)."
"It was no problem (Y/N)." he paused. "I'd like to get to know you more, so how about the next time we meet... we do something?" I smile.
"Sounds fun. How about next Thursday sound?" I asked.
"That's fine with me." he says. We say our goodbyes then I walk into my house with (S/N) and close the door behind me. As I do I remembered something.
"I left my groceries." I sighed and closed my eyes. "Oh well I didn't need them all that terribly. It was just junk food anyways." I say as I set (S/N) on the floor.
