ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ᴮᵁᴰᴰʸ ˢᵉᵉˢ ᴿᴱᴰ.

THERE was nothing that would be written about him after he died that would call him a good father. he wasn’t. he left three of his kids behind without so much of a phone call or an address -- for christ sake they could be dead and jason wouldn’t know. but there was one son he didn’t abandon. he should have left him behind with his mother -- but he DIDN’T. he was selfish. he kept the only son he actually saw himself in. brought him along to a life of drugs, danger and sex. introduced him to his new wife.  SITTING in the get away car, he heard the sirens. he heard them and he mentally counted the bodies in the car. one; the driver. two; his wife. three; himself. so where was the FOURTH? where was his SON? the driver made a nervous sound -- attempting to shift into drive. jason pulled a gun on him. pressed against the back of the headrest, he stared out the window and counted the seconds. if roman wasn’t here soon they’d HAVE to leave -- one. two. th-- HE saw him. wordless, as if mentally knowing what he wanted, he handed the gun off to his wife. the door was flung open and he was out. boots crushing the loose stones and gravel on the concrete, he moved quickly. he wasn’t a BLIND man. he knew his son was hurt. “duke,” he hissed out -- arms coming to grab him in order to help him back towards the get away car, being mindful of his injury but also being mindful of NOT DYING. 

THE coffee pot in his hands paused on it’s trip towards the blue mug sitting on the table. it was what, SIX bucks for a coffee maker? he’d pay that much for a single CUP outside of this shithole. and he found himself missing the expensive taste of something other than FOLGERS. hearing his wife speak caused his gaze to move towards her before finally pouring a cup. “another week at least.”

THERE was a feeling that went through him when she noticed him. was it GUILT? he almost felt bad about disturbing her, but he was also far too CHUFFED to really feel remorse. especially at her reaction with how she screamed and shut the music off. standing there, one eyebrow quirked -- he fucking LAUGHED, the grin on his face never dying down. “you having fun?” his voice was clouded with his amusement as he chuckled off towards the end of the question. 

just a little fyi -- i’m going to be cleaning out some threads i have no muse for. it’s no offense to the people playing the characters, i just kinda felt bummy about this blog for a bit and wanna have fun!

i’m still alive and this blog is not dead

RIGHT, of course that was her answer. she was what, fourteen? she can look like the dipshit running down the street in clothing that didn’t match the current weather if she wanted. long as she did her job, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck if she got the SNIFFLES a couple weeks later. not his problem, just like her ATTITUDE wasn’t.  “alright, freeze to death kid, i don’t care.” glancing up towards the driver he just waited for the cue to get out of the car. moving on from SIMULATING conversation. 

ROLLING his eyes so dramatically all that could be seen for a moment was white, he was quick to put the car into drive. “sorry, did you forget the part where i said i WASN’T sick, or are you just that focused on your bubble tea to listen?” he couldn’t fight the SNORT that left him at her last comment. wow. she sure was scary. what ever should he do, other than pull out of the parking lot and ignore her shitty threat. 

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