Daddy Dearest

Chapter 1: I Am Dirty

Hey ghoulies. 

So the picture above is of Jamie Ryan Dee and he'll be playing the lovely and jaded Jaden.. (kekeke---> see what I did there?). I hope you enjoy this new book of mine, and I'll try to update it every week. .>.< 

Luv Onee-chan. 

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Eight Years Later

Jaden's POV

Time flies by so slowly when you're fully aware of it. Sometimes I feel like people move by so quickly that they turn into blurs. Everyone I know, which is not much, look at me as some motherless child. 

Trust me, with Mother's like mine, I rather be called motherless indeed.  That and who'd want to see the bitch anyway? I don't remember a lot of what happened but with what I do remember, I don't want to see her alive or dead. She sold her own son off to a faceless pedophile for a little speed, heroin, crack or whatever the hell she was on at the time. 

Heck, maybe it was all of the above. 

She saw something in me that she didn't like. Something that she probably despised. At eight-years-old, and abused by my mother, I grew to understand that some people are way scarier than than those fairytails other brats were spoon-fed.

Born into reality, I feared my very own shadow for a long time, still do sometimes. 

The only one that had been there at the really bad times was Blake. I had grown close to him. To me, he represented strength. His grey eyes, that some times looked green, was always warm and accepting towards me, next to my mothers cold, dark and sometimes hostile blue ones; a dirty blue that were so much like mine.

I knew that after one of their fights, I wouldn't get to see Blake for quite some time. It would be a week, a month, one time he was gone for a year. So I never really got comfortably enough as to called him Dad. I mean, I called him Pops just to tease him sometimes, but he's always been 'Blake' to me. 

Unfortunately, he'll always be just Blake to me.

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That night, I don't know what had happen to sprout such a big argument. My mother was screaming bloody murder as she proceeded to wreck the house by breaking everything that was able to be broken.

"Susan! You always do this! And in front of Jaden too!" he had yelled furiously back at her. That only rattled her more, and she glared deathly at me, as he guided me by my shoulder to my room. "Listen buddy, me and your Mom need to talk. I don't want you hearing bad things." 

"Jaden this, Jaden that. Are you fucking pervert?! Are you choosing a boy above me, your wife?!" Even though, I locked myself in the closet I could clearly hear their argument, though I remember just bits and pieces.

"Oh my God! Really Susan?  That's OUR child!" I heard Blake respond. His voice lowered and hushed, as he intentionally tried to keep me from hearing what he had to say.

"I've seen the way that boy looks at you. He's a deviant! He's no son of mine," my mother yelled deliriously. 

I scoffed at the memory. There were way more to that argument than I care to admit, but that was the main thing I remembered. I guess my Mom knew something that I didn't at the time. I was very much like her in many ways too, because only the Gods know that I didn't share any traits with Blake. I didn't share not one single trait of him.