In the end

Chapter 2

11pm. Jacob knew if he didn't call him now he'd have to wait far longer than he was emotionally able. He dialed the number slowly and carefully into the grimy buttons of the public telephone box, and after what could well have been hours, the phone began to ring. He unknowingly held his breath until the person on the other side picked up. Jacob took a deep breath and began, stuttering slightly, 'is this Mr May?' just as soon as the never before heard her son on the other side confirmed this, Jacob began, ' well, hi, Mr May... This is your son... Jacob Jr-' he was immediately cut off by a sound resembling laughter and a claim that this man had no son, even after trying to explain that his mother was Heather - he refused to accept the fact that he had a son and demanded he never called him again.
     And there it was; the one time he would ever give that asshole a try. He was done with his past now, it wasn't his present, nor was it his future. A dead mother, an alcoholic father, it didn't define him. Which he made a very strict point of. His father's hair was always cropped to a close #1 and he made damn sure that no son of his was walking around with anything but. Though now that he was 19, he made damn sure to keep it long, the way he liked it. His father, a holy man, considered
Piercings and tattoos the epitome of how not to look. Ergo, Jacob had ink swirling up his arms, over his heart, and into wings on his back. As well as two spaced silver rings hanging to his bottom lip and a bar between his arms. His father didn't want him; he didn't want his father.
     It was unknown to his that he may never escape the fact that he could never get away from the way he was raised, our pasts make us who we are, there's no running from it. He knew that but did what young minds do, pushed all that bad thoughts to the back where they can only be expressed through black hair dye and copious amounts of leather.