I'm A Father

Chapter 18

Jack's POV

The little boy kicked the ball in his mommy's face. It made her sunglasses come off her face. Now I can see what she looks like. "I'm sorry mommy." The little boy said. I walked over to the woman to pick her up. "You okay?" I asked. She got up and rubbed her face. "Yeah." She said. Wait... No... "Mandy...?" "Yeah..." She said. "No. No that can't be you." I said shocked. "It's me Jack." Mandy said. "No it can't. Am I dreaming? It just can't. Wait... Why do you have a son!?" I said. "Haha. Well here is the funny story-." "No funny stories!" I interrupted her. "Mommy what's going on?" The little boy said. "Jack... This is your son." She said. "You're a fucking liar!" I yelled. "Mommy why is he yelling at you!" The little boy said scared. "Jack! It is! I'm not lying!" She said. "No. It can't be." I said. Mandy started to form tears in her eyes. "Jack, look at him. He's you up and down." I didn't say nothing. I ran back up to my room and left Mandy there all alone.

I ran to my room crying. He's not my son! She's fucking lying! This can't be happening! I punched the wall. My fist went through it. I broke down and sit on my bed. My hands were in my face while I was bawling my eyes out. He's not my son! He can't... I opened my nightstand drawer. I took the picture of Mandy and I, out of the book The Notebook. I looked at the photo. I cried even more.

The little boy just kept running through my mind. The thought of him being my son made my stomach turn upside down. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I flushed the toilet. I laid my back against the bathroom wall. I got up from sitting on the ground for a minute. I looked at myself in the mirror. I rubbed my eyes. I stared at myself in the mirror for about a minute. That is my boy...