Chasing Reality [sequel to Autistic Innocence -J.M]

Chapter 33

(A couple of weeks later)

Avalanna's P.O.V

I watch from the doorway of Jason and I's bedroom as he continues to struggle doing his morning routine all by himself.

He's been wanting to be more independent and as a family, we've respected that. But it was hard watching him struggle to do every-day things like shave, shower, put on lotion and other things.

He's been trying so hard to take care of me that it's taking a toll on him.

I slowly make my way into the restroom when he drops his razor and cusses Under his breath in frustration.

His eyes meet mine through the mirror as I step up behind him and slowly reach in front of him to grab the razor from the sink and hand it back to him gently.

"I don't need any help," he mutters lowly and looks down at the razor in his hand.

I nod and wrap my arms around his bare torso and lean my cheek against his back.

He sighs but continues to try to shave the stubble off his face.

I peek from under his lifted arm right on time to see him drop the razor again and he groans before slapping his hands against the marble sink in frustration.

I lightly jump and start to take a couple of small steps back when he starts to breath heavily and starts to cuss.

"Fucking shit! I can't do anything!" He says angrily and grips his hair tightly with his trembling hands.

I've always hated angry Jason, so when his eyes meet mine through the mirror once again, I didn't know what to do or say or where to go since the door was on the other side and I had backed myself into a corner.

His eyes softened and he slowly made his way to me.

When he reaches out to me, I can't help but flinch away and shut my eyes tightly.

"Hey," he whispers. I cover my head with my arms and shake my head.

"Ava, honey look at me please." He says gently.

"No no no no no no," I start repeating over and over while shaking my head and covering my face with my arms and stomping my feet against the tiled floor.

Out of nowhere, I feel Jason's tight embrace and at first I try to break away, but he just holds on even tighter and pretty soon it calms me down.

We stay there for a couple minutes. On the bathroom floor in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry for getting frustrated. I'm sorry for scaring you. And I'm sorry for ever putting us in this situation in the first place." He whispers as he strokes my hair and places a kiss on my head.

"You don't deserve this and the kids don't deserve this. I'm sorry for not being the husband or father that you guys needed. You all deserve so much better than me." 

"I'm tired of being the bad guy." He mutters brokenly.

That's when I look up at him through our arms and see him zoned out, staring at the wall.

"Jay Jay?" I call for him softly.

He looks down at me with an emotion in his eyes that I'm just not able to comprehend fully.

"You o-our good guy. Y-you our super-superhero." I mumble as I play with the strings attached to his grey sweatpants.

"Really?" He asks me.