Him

I woke up to him yelling.
Dad: "You lazy bitch! I work, and allow you to stay here, the least you can do is keep that bastard from crying and making me food! You also need to clean this fucking house!"
Me: "He is not even crying Steve!"
Dad: "You disrespectful little brat! I am your father!"
He then slapped me.
Me: "Calm down your drunk!"
Dad: "You have 20 fucking minutes to pack your things and take that bastard! And the leave!"
Me: "I'm your fucking daughter and that 'bastard is your grandson!"
Dad: "The day you got involved with that atheist is the day I lost my daughter. And his blood runs threw that bastard in there, he's the span of satin!"
I ran upstairs crying.
I grabbed a backpack and shoved a shirt, a jacket, and a pair of jeans.
I then grabbed all of Chase's clothes, his diapers, socks, and his toys.
I then slipped on a jacket (not the one in the backpack) and threw my phone inside the inside pocket along with $500 I had saved up.
I slipped on my backpack before putting a baby hat on my handsome Chase and rapping him in a baby blanket.
I picket him up and cradled him in my arms before going down stairs.
Dad: "Get the fuck out of this house, you are both unholy!"
I then left, with tears streaming down my face. What was I going to do Chase won't survive with us out on the street.
There's only one thing to do, but I'm not going to like it. I made myself a promise, but its the best for Chase.
I have to go find Andrew.

Notes

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-xoxo Frank