forgotten memories

The Package

Jacob's POV~
I wish i had just left the bloody thing. Really i did. I didn't need another little sod to deal with. Hannibal had only just grown up a bit out of that annoying infant age and now was a loud obnoxious toddler. I was struggling for cash and now what was i to do. I wish when i stepped on the bugger his heart gave out. Would of saved me a lot of future troubles eh.

I remember it all vividly, I was walking back from a night at the pub, it was a good night actually. Hannibal slept for most of it so it was at least quiet and i could actually get a night off for once. But then we walked home. "Dad?" Hannibal asked in that annoying whiny voice. "For fucksake don't talk to me in that stupid voice" i replied in an intimidating manor. That's what the little sods need, a little bit of fear every once in a while. Then i stepped on something soft, assuming it was a dead bird or something i ignored it, but i heard a shrill wail. I span round as quickly as i could and slapped hannibal straight across the face, I wasn't going to have him start that stupid screaming and crying for no reason again. "Dad that wasn't me!" he protested tears brimming in his ugly eyes. "you better pack it in before i give you something real to cry about boy!" i said raising my voice loud enough to get the message across clearly. I bent down to have a look at what i assumed to be a bird and picked it up. Definitely not a bird. The only thing bird- like was the dirty black raven hovering over it.

Kicking the bird away, i picked up the small package and opened it. A baby. A fucking baby. Of course it was a baby, that's just my luck isn't it. Another little sod to have to work tirelessly to care for. Ungrateful bastards don't even realise do they. "is that a baby dad?" asked Hannibal, peering over my shoulder. "um...yes... your new...well new brother or sister i suppose." i told him, hoping to satan it was boy. I simply had no use for a girl. Hannibals face morphed into that of pure disappointment and disgust. I cant blame him to be honest. I despised the ugly little creatures. "what's his name?" Hannibal questioned, once again in that irritable voice. "um...Murdoc" i replied. Yeah, that will do, I had no clue who his mother was or where the fuck i was going to get a new cot or buggy or bottles but at least he had a name. I didn't even know if it was a he.