An 18 year old walking all by himself with a baby in his arms, tired, covered with blood that isn't his own and completely out of it, sleep deprived. Another person walks up to him in a worried manner. "Are you ok sir?" he didn't think about what he looked like, he didn't even think much about the answer before he said, "No, but I will be.", "Well while you wait let me help" the man with red hair replied before telling him his name.
Hours Earlier... .. .
His mother stumbled in his room at about midnight, waking her son up as the door swung and hit the wall loudly, he woke up and pushed his hair out his face as he sat up and watched his mom examine his room, for the most part it looked how its always been besides a bag in the corner, he thought to say something until she started talking
"Get out my house."
Confused he tried to say something, anything to ask why now but she cut him off.
"GET OUT."
3 - "ma what? i'm leaving in a month,"
"No, no you are a adult now, you can leave now"
3 - "yea I kno-"
"GET OUT, BEFORE I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING I'LL REGRET"
She yelled, finally a little more awake he put the pieces together from what he saw this morning, she was drunk, too much to just be giddy, too little to be passed out. Really the drinking only made her paranoia worse but he knew it wasn't her fault, it was his dad's but he wasn't here to blame so there wasn't a point of confusing her anymore then she already is.
3 - "you are drunk and I'm sure if you come closer I could smell it."
"UGh you don't know anything."
He said as he moved to sit on the side on his bed, he sighed and passed her as she walked into his room more, he came back with water and sat her on the floor and convinced her to drink it. She starts to sob mid drink and he pulls the glass away so she doesn't choke
"I'm.. sorry I don't want to be like my family, I.."
3 - "its ok.."
"I didn't mean to.. I just was mixing the nightmares up.."
She says, trying to explain but he already knew. The water didn't make her anymore sober but made her think a little longer, she had no reason to be upset, she had gotten angry before but that, that felt unnatural.
"i'm sorry I.. I don't know where that came from... I was drinking the juice and I jus-"
3 - "mama, I know I've told you this..."
"I know, I got sober but then its like juice filled that gap, its like a addiction"
...
3 - "it is, dad's been putting alcohol in it."
"wha.. what do you mean? why wouldn't he tell me?"
3 - "that was the point, to keep you drunk, I tried telling you but at that point it got too bad.."
He said standing up and grabbing the bag and putting it on, he started to the door before his mom interrupted.
"wait.. I'm sorry i'll get sober again"
"I swear.. you are my only child.."
...
3 - "I love you, but I can't keep threatening you with abandonment and not go though with it.."
3 - "mom, I love you both, but only because i'm meant to as your child."
He said as he walked back and held his mother as she sobbed into his arm, once he tried letting her go she held him a little longer and he rested his hand on her head and held her closer before fully pulling away,
3 - "I'll be back, just not right now, I don't know how long but I will be back,"
He paused when he made it back to the bedroom door, the light from the hallway being the only way he could see into his room besides the moonlight, his shadow just missing his mother's face,
3 - "I promise I will, lay down"
He closed the door but he could see the slight proud look on his mother's face as the door closed, and even thought this felt long overdue he still held onto the doorknob a little longer then he normally would, he held his breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds and sighed, he walked to the front door and took out a white hat and put it on before leaving.
... .. .
He was going to go to a hotel or something the sleepiness was kicking back in and if he started to not care enough he'd sleep right here, but first he was going to a cemetery to visit a friend he missed but was stopped when walking past a house a little far into the woods, he heard a loud crash and was seemed to be 2-3 people running from the house, nothing odd about the house, but one light was on, on the second floor with red curtains, the door was wide open.
Normally he'd walk away, because this isn't any of his business past a quick call to the cops but something made him want to go in, for a unexplained reason. He walked on the path and the feeling felt like someone physically telling him to do it. He pushed the clearly forced opened door and the house was a mess, it was dark but he didn't want to turn on the lights incase someone else saw, he started up the stairs, almost slipping on something on them, he got to a room that had the light on a opened It to a gored sight.
Most, if not all of the flood was in blood, two adults holding each-other were on the floor next to a pile of blankets, the room was also a mess and about everything that looked meaningful was covered in blood.
3 - "what???"
He had no plans of walking into the room but then he heard a baby cry, it was muffled but you could definitely hear it, on instinct he walked in and hear the cry's from what he though was a pile of blankets, he moved some out the way to see a small baby, maybe 2-3 months old, he picked the baby up [who was in a white colored onesie], even though it was July it was still 1 or something in the morning so it was too cold for such a small baby, he grabbed a baby blanket that he couldn't tell if it was just red or blood soaked and wrapped the baby in it.
He left the house with the child, he started walking but didn't really know where the nearest fire station, the whole seeing-dead-people threw him off so he didn't really remember where he was going, just trying to get the image out his head, then a man walked up to him and started talking,
... .. .
3 - *grumble* "where am I?.."
He said, he woke up in a warm bed, his bag and hat were on the nightstand and the sun seemed too bright for it to be early morning, ignoring the clock and the few thoughts he had of last night he got up and grabbed his hat and got out of bed. The layout of the house was self explanatory, a turn or two led him to the stairs which he walked down while putting the hat on, at the bottom of the stairs there was the front door but he wanted to make sure the baby was ok first.
To his left was the rest of the room, with the kitchen and living room being one room, and a hallway a little farther down. Suddenly saw a hand put a cup on the counter from the other side, then a smaller one grab it again.
"ok fine you can keep it"
Not learning his lesson that he learned last night and was desperately trying to forget, he walked over and saw the man from last night on the ground with the baby in his arms drinking from a bottle and what looked like a 1 year old with the cup he just saw now staring at him
...
"good morning Jamie?"
3 - "wha..what?"
He hesitated and suddenly became aware of everything thats going on, mostly the 'how did I get here??'.
"oh well I didn't think you knew it was 1 in the afternoon.."
3 - "no- not.. well I didn't know.."
He admitted, he was thinking too fast to say it all, he sighed and sat on the floor and took a second to remember but it failed in the end.
3 - "sorry, I just only remember you walking up to me and not anything after, I told you my name was Jamie?"
O - "yes?, i'm Oliver"
3 - "... I wasn't named so I think I made that up on the spot-"
O - "well do you want me to call you Jamie?"
3 - "no- its a pretty bad name..."
Oliver looked over to the side, avoiding eye contact, he quickly checked his watch then answered.
O - "if i'm honest.. I don't know"
He said putting the bottle down and stood,
O - "it was weird, I felt like I had to, i've never felt like that so I just followed it, sorry, that sounded weird."
3 - "no.. thats how I got the baby-"
A look of Concern went over Oliver's face and he looked at the baby in his hands and then at the other man, he quickly stood up and Oliver backed up a little.
3 - "ok that sounded really bad, I saw something suspicious at a house and everyone but the baby was dead"
...
3 - "still pretty bad because I think its still kidnapping, I was trying to go to a fire station to drop the baby off"
O - "well we can try to go today but Sunny should be coming over in a few minutes,"
?? - "one."
The older kid pointed at 3,
3 - "uh.. two?.."
K - "no! one!"
The kid shook it's head 'no' while pointing at Oliver and shook it's head 'yes' when pointing at 3 and repeating "one", the adults still stood confused so the kid continued, they pointed at the baby and said "baby" and shook its head 'yes', then at themselves and shook 'yes' and said "kid", then at Oliver and said "Oliver" when shaking yes. 3 got on the kids level,
3 - "are you saying names?"
KI - "yes"
3 - "are you trying to name me and the baby?"
KI - "yes!"
O - "wait you know my name?? i've been trying to get you to say it for months-"
O - "can you try saying it one more time"
Oliver said happily and also got on the kid's level, but the kid just held out the cup and said "milk", in a playfully angry tone Oliver told them no,
O - "not giving you more milk,"
KI - "pleeeaase"
...
O - "alright but because I feel bad."
Oliver passed by 1 asked him to hold the baby while he got milk, he poured it into the cup and 1 replied to the kid.
1 - "alright, sure, you can call me 1, and i'll call you kid"
KI - "ok!... I am never gonna say it again, bye, sorry now"
1 - "yea I thought so.."
Word Count: 2034
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