The Wish (Book One)

Chapter 50: Trust? F*** Your Trust!

Jason hasn't been answering any of my calls or texts. These fingers have taken it upon themselves to memorize the keypad. I no longer have to look up Jason's number, it's now in my heart. Days have gone by without one text, one call, nothing from anyone. I don't even know if he is still alive.

Images of Jason dead on the news kills me, makes me sick to think about it. No, I'm literally getting sick. I spring to the bathroom, shove the lid up and empty the contents. All the food I tried to get down, has risen. It must be the stress of Jason's abrupt disappearance. I scrub the vile taste off my tongue with loads of tooth paste and harsh strokes.

If I keep this up, I'm not going to survive. I don't have any social media so I have no clue what is going on. The news only depresses me, so I never turn it on. There's nothing good on the news.

I tend to fantasize that horrible things don't occur in this retched world. Sadly, bad things do happen, and as hard as it is, I have to live my life and wear my own shoes. I can't put myself in someone else's, because my feet probably won't fit.

Axel has even noticed a change in my behavior. He came into my room one night, I thought he was sleeping. So I took the advantage and threw my face in a pillow and sobbed.

I didn't notice, or else I would've stopped. He crept onto the bed. Wrapped his tiny arms around me and held me to him, whispered encouraging words to me.

"It's ok mommy. Everything's fine. I'm here." He pat my back, and I pulled him to my side where I kissed him on the cheek. He wiped my tears. I don't even know if he knew why I was crying, but it didn't matter.

I already told Axel that Jason and I are an official couple. He was ecstatic. I'm not sure what's going on with Jason now, but I can't tell Axel anything. When I woke up the next morning, Axel was gone. He only stayed with me until I fell asleep, and I'm so grateful for that. My son is such a sweetheart. I'd have nothing without him.

Jason can leave and never come back. Sure, I'll miss him. Miss him like crazy, but I'll still have my son. Axel always comes first, he will forever. People have to take both of us, can't have one or the other. We are a team.

It's already Thursday, this sickness hasn't ridden. It's undoubtedly the flu, and I truly hope Axel doesn't get it. I've been disinfecting the house like crazy. Not that I want to, all I want is to sleep. Pretty much just been staying in my room, so I can't spread the germs.

Even though I'm sick, I have to keep searching for a job. Jason kept telling me that he'd take care of us, but it's not fair to him. Relationships are supposed to support each other. He can't be the one pulling all the weight.

Though I still feel like shit, I get my ass up and all but crawl to the computer chair. If I swiveled at all I'd dry heave. Powering on the computer, I bow my head into my hands.

Fuck, my stomach. It's on and loaded, I click on the browser waiting for it to load as well. Once it has, I'm about to start typing for jobs in my area, but I stop dead in my tracks when I see the front-page article.

MLB player Jason Foreman's girlfriend, Sydney Jones has submitted pornographic photos of Foreman without consent.

The feeling arrives again, and I try to run to the bathroom, but only make it to the can in the kitchen. Food I haven't eaten comes up. My body aches, vibrating.

Do I even dare myself to continue reading the post? I take the leap after wiping my mouth of bile. The lies that are stated are disgusting.

Sydney Jones entered photos for money. The buyer offered over 7 million dollars to Jones, which she accepted. Jason is not going to get the lawyers involved pertaining the case, but says he may file for restraining order against Ms. Jones.