Crawl

Thirty-Eight\\

Slim\\

It was such a relief to get my child back, I don't think anyone would understand. The whole night, since Jason arrived at Area 51, I could only think about Katelyn and how much I loved and missed her. I never knew what it would feel like to have all this love for one person. Having a child like Katelyn gave me the opportunity to realize there's a lot more to life than abusive relationships and fake friends and depression. She gave me a new light, a new hope, a new love. A reason to stay in the fucked up world.

Getting her back from Jason's enemies was such a relief. It felt like a big weight was lifted off my shoulders and I didn't have a need to worry anymore. Of course a new side of me that was never before discovered was now revealed, but that phrase that said something about never messing with a woman's child...I found out today that it was completely true. There was nothing I wouldn't do for my daughter. I would literally go to Hell and back for her.

"You must be tired," Jason's voice interrupted the moment I was having. I hadn't noticed that I had zoned off looking into my daughter's eyes. I looked around and saw Justin and Malcolm awkwardly standing on the other side of the room.

"I am." I replied.

Jason reached for Katelyn, but I pulled away. Although he was the father of my child, and although he has shown to me that he would kill any and everybody who tried to do anything to her, I couldn't let go. I couldn't give him control over her again, because the last time I did she got kidnapped. I couldn't allow myself to give her up again.

"What are you doing? Let me hold my daughter." Jason's brows furrowed.

"No," I shook my head, "I need to hold her."

"But—" he stopped his sentence and simply sighed. Perhaps he knew what I thought was true. Perhaps he just thought I needed more time with her in my arms. But for all I know, I was never giving my child up ever again.

"Well, lets go then." Justin chirped. We all followed behind him and made our ways out the house.

The sounds of sirens blared in the distance, each second sounding closer and closer.

"We should get going." Malcolm said.

"Yeah. I'll meet you at the house." Jason stopped in his tracks at the trunk. He hit the trunk and Justin popped it open. Jason pulled out a gasoline container and began walking towards the house again.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I actually felt worried for him. I hated him so much, but I didn't want him doing anything that could jeopardize his freedom even more. He would get caught, surely.

"I'm getting rid of evidence," Jason brushed me away. "Get in the car Slim. I don't need you here to get in trouble with me."

"So let's go and neither of us will get in trouble."

Jason shot me a glare and turned around to continue what he was doing. Holding Katelyn, I slowly got in the car and allowed Malcolm to close me in. I wanted Jason to come with us, but he had his mind set on something and it would be impossible to change it.

Justin started the car and Malcolm got in the front seat. After striking a match and tossing it on what I assumed to be gasoline or some other flammable substance, Jason ran back to the car while the house became engulfed in bright orange flames.

"Where are we going now?" I asked.

Justin looked up at me in the rear view mirror and smirked slightly. "Home."

Jason\\

That night, Katelyn couldn't stop crying and Slim was too traumatized to sleep. As a result, I was kept awake trying to soothe my crying daughter and comfort her mother.

When they both finally got some shut eye, the sun had already begun to rise and the guys were already waking up. I was exhausted and needed sleep, but there was too much to be done today and I had no time to slack and relax.

I took a second shower, I had already taken one when I got home last night, and changed into my attire for the day. Walking into the kitchen, I was greeted by the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Justin threw a perfectly shaped pancake in the air and watched as it flipped once, twice, three–just twice. The third flip landed halfway correctly before it folded over, causing Justin to release an aggravated sigh and fix the food.

"Stressing, cuzzo?" I laughed as I took a seat at the island.

"Yeah, I'm fucking pissing. This has been happening all morning. I just want one fucking pancake to land the proper way and I can't even do that." He shook his head in frustration and turned the eye off. Beside him was a stack of about twenty pancakes that he brought to the table before going back to finish the bacon that still sizzled on the hot stove.

"Well these pancakes look gorgeous. I ain't mad." I laughed. For once I wasn't completely angry.

Last night I got my daughter back and killed the kidnappers. I didn't feel like I had anything to worry about. I just wanted to enjoy my day for once and it was off to a relatively good start.

"Well," Justin uneasily said as he looked at me as if I were a stranger. "I don't know what happened to my cousin but he needs to be brought back. I didn't slave over this hot stove to be complimented by you". I laughed at his statement and grabbed a plate.

"I don't understand where your confusion is. I can't just be happy for once?" I asked.

"No. I rely on you to put me down when I feel bad. Tell me I'm worthless or something. What the fuck is this giggly shit you got going on? Wait..." Justin pauses and squinted his eyes at me. "Are you high? Or did you get some magnificent head from Slim?"

"Neither," I waved him off with a laugh. "I'm just at ease right now. Really."

"Mhm," Justin backed off a little and continued to glare at me. "Well if you try to kill me in my sleep I'm telling you now it won't happen. I'm like a ninja warrior now, if you didn't know that."

"How the fu—Nevermind. I don't think I want to know."

Justin was about to give a type of rebuttal but Malcolm entered the kitchen as loud as ever. "My boys!" He exclaimed as he dapped is both up. "Top of the fucking morning to you. The fuck is up?"

"Man, get this. Jason ass is in a good mood. I haven't been called a bitch, a dumbass, not even a damn worthless piece of shit. He's fucking nice now!"

Malcolm looked at me with wide eyes. I already knew he was about to get even louder and more dramatic than normal.

"Nice?" He said, walked around and turning back to me. "Nice? You're being nice?" He palmed his forehead and looked at me again. "Did something change? Did you smoke a fat one? Nah, you got some head didn't you?"

"No I ain't get no damn head!" I groaned. "That shit would've been nice but no. I got no head. I'm just in a good mood. I'm having a good day. I can't have a good day anymore?"

"Oopsies. He's getting a temper again," Malcolm laughed. "That's what I like to see."

I shook my head and grabbed my plate. "You two make me have bad days. Every fucking day. Fuck you." I sighed before walking back to my own room.

I didn't have time for their bullshit this morning. I just wanted to relax and have a nice bullshit-free day. But messing around with those fools, I knew it wouldn't happen. They were already beginning to agitate me for the day and it was off to a good start. Maybe the kitchen isn't a place for me to be today, I thought to myself.

After finishing my plate and sitting it on the end table, I threw my body back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Life is some fucking bullshit, I thought to myself before rubbing my eyes.

A knock on the door alerted me. In walked a groggy Slim, who closed the door behind her and sat next to me folding her legs. I just continued to stare at her the whole time since she entered the room. She yawned once more before staring at me.

"I want to talk about custody of Katelyn."