Character(s) in Chapter: Kevin Barr, Jim Barr, Nathan Kedd Goldberg, Eddy, Nazz,

Character Mention in Chapter: Roxy Spark (Jim's Birthmom)

(Even without having to guess or think about it, I know who it was when they said, "phone call." There was only three people who ever bothered to call me and both of them had already called this week. As of matter-of-fact don't even ask me about thinking to be truthfully honest. When you are locked up even for a week in a room the size of a shoebox with only an hour for free time or lunch, there really isn't anything to do other then think. Unless you are looking for trouble and trouble was not what I was looking for in here.

"Yo, Kevin speaking."

I was a little surprised to hear sobbing, from the other end of the line so I know something wasn't right, even before her sickly sweet voice spoke up. Heck, even crying wouldn't have given me the indication that something was wrong, just the little punk bitch yelling shit in the background was enough to know shit was going to be rough. Though, I couldn't say I wasn't a bit arrogant or that I was feeling sorry for what I had done. I was in here for a damn good reason and I was feeling happy despite the reasons. I mean who wouldn't be after hearing you put your now X's homwrecker in his place and sent to the hospital for a week with a broken jaw, busted lip, busted teeth, fractured arm, bruises like a bus hit him. I was dam-'WHAT!'

"What the hell are you saying Rox?"

I couldn't fucking believe I was hearing this shit. Did she question my manhood? What a low blow she was hitting, treating me like I was her no good little punk ass bitch she'd cheated on me with.

"Even if it wasn't mine … you know I love him or her like they were."

It was good and bad that I wasn't having this face to face with her. Not seeing her made it easier to keep cool, yet this fatass guard watching me was breathing down my fucking neck like some fucking pervert. That was slightly uncomfortable, all right more than slightly. It was bad enough you have to keep your guard up with the other inmates so that you weren't made somebody's bitch.

"WHAT! We had this fucking discussion when you first told me you were pregnant."

This was beyond frustrating. It wasn't like I could really make her if she decided to not have it. She was the one having it, not me. But she committed the crime and now she had to do that time, wow that was cheesy. But her little bitch was threatening to leave her if she kept it. Something about not wanting kids.

"Roxy … please, just go through with it. I promise I'll get out and I'll take the baby off your hands. You won't even have to deal with the it after it's born. I won't even ask for child support and I'll pay everything."

You could hear the glee in her voice as money and paying was being mentioned. How the hell did I ever fall for her even in the slightest… Right, she was smart, skinny and reminded me of 'him', a bit, not saying anybody could be him. Except, once you get to know her she was a fucking evil, Money, money and fame bitch. That's all she give a fuck about, yet I stuck around because I didn't care anymore. I had stopped caring after that day.

"Yeah, even if it ain't mine."

I finally answered in defeat. I had won this time. I know she take me for everything before I got out. But as long as I got my kid I was fine, I'd pick back up again. I knew what 'he' say and I knew it was wrong to deny life to a kid who happen to be made at the wrong time.

"I'd like that. It be nice to see the pictures since I'm stuck here. I promise I'll get out before the babies due and clean up."

It was the last thing I spoke to her over the phone about it. I was excited, but I was also scared as hell. Being a dad was a lot of responsibility for a single parent and I would have nobodies help, except for a couple of friends. My parents had given up on me and were degusted with me for not only what I had become, but for coming out to them. They had even moved away leaving the house under my name that was the only nice thing they did. Now it was Nathan Kedd Goldberg my bestfriend's pad.

"Fuck you Roxy Spark! Do you think I give a shit, he is just as much my son as yours!"

When I got out and cleaned up with a nice job, she had promised me my son. Now, I couldn't believe what the wrench had just said. It's not like she-

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! YOU DON'T EVEN WANT HIM! YOU ARE DOING THIS OUT OF SPIT Of ME."

I could feel the hot sting of tears burning the back of my eyes, but I refused to cry. I refused to let her win and weaken me. She was one of the many biggest mistakes I had ever made. However, unlike all the other shitty things I gave my wrong whole too, this one had ended with something beautifully created and unless I gave into what she wanted, she would take that all away and without mercy.

"Fine … you win. Just give me my son … please, just let raise him, don't take him away from me Rox."

I'm sure Nat would let me move back in. I mean it was originally my place to begin with. Moving back to the old cul-de-sac couldn't be bad. It was just. I hadn't been living there since a month after that day. I couldn't stand seeing all of them move on, when he wasn't with us. How could you be happy living on when he could be being beaten as I sat there watching all them prance around talking happily like told times. It disgusted me to no end. All of them had made me sick and living right across from the constant reminder of my weakness and my mistake had crashed my solid world around me as it poured salt on wounds.

'Fuck I need a drink. Where's my keys.'

It wasn't the pounding on the door that woke me, but the sound of my sons screams that had. Ever since I had picked him up from his moms and brought him home he'd been terrified of the sound of loud knocks or pounding. Wither it be the front door or something that sounded like it. I couldn't figure for the life of me why, until Nazz told me maybe he feels my anxiety every time it does and so he'd learned to be afraid of it.

Both sounds were irritating to be woken up to, no matter how much I love my son. It's just something no person wants to be awaken too and yelling for the asshole who was waking me up before the sun would only upset my son more. So quickly and quietly I slipped off my bed and out my room to my front door where I opening it so quickly I scared the little shit behind it.

"You! What the hell do you want you weasel?" I snarled down at my uninvited guest, getting ready to kick his ass if he pissed me off even more so.

He simply grinned up at me, with a look of satisfaction and with enough happiness shining in his evil beaty eyes, to kill ten horses. It didn't like that look one bit, but I didn't get a chance to say what I had in mind when the vehicle parked across the street caught my sight and my breathe left me. 'No.'

"Y-y-you little shit." I pushed passed him to stare at the moving truck parked in 'his' old driveway. The pain that I had tried so hard to bury came back and hit me, almost knocking me off my feet. I leaned against the doorframe my hands in fists, knuckles turning white.

"Ah, wow, hold a minute there muscle man. Hear me out before you chow off my head."

I turned to him with the most disgusted and enraged look I could muster in the hurt, stepping towards him for damage control. I couldn't understand why it bothered me so much. It had stopped being 'his house' a long, long time ago. Yet, the fact 'his' best friend had finally sold it, it was like that final nerve was struck that told me, he wasn't coming back. He was gone and it was officially my fault.

Before I had a chance to grab him a paper was smashed into my face and I growled as I snatched it from his hand. Hoping a little childishly that I gave him a damn paper cut. Giving him a nasty look before looking over the paper, 'Two month rental agreement' all of it looked ok, but I didn't get why the hell it been shoved in my face till I reached the very bottom where the name had been signed and my jaw dropped.

"Ahahahaha, the look on your stupid face is priceless. See jocky boy, I know him. I told you he couldn't stay away. I finally proved you wrong asshole. Looky, looky here. It's your second chance knocking at the door. We may not of gotten along as kids, I still don't like you. Ch' yet you made him happy and you protected him when none of us could. Don't make the same mistake, life has been giving you second chances, not everybody gets."

I was going to say something when he looked away from me and at the doorway behind me and smiled. "Morning little man, take care of your dad. Big-o-baby is going to really need comfort these two months."

He gave a wink like the arrogant ass he was and turned away with a wave and as soon as he left I felt small arms wrap around mine, before the sting of tears threatening to spill and I had to close my eyes to keep them at bay. Leaning back against the doorframe again, I let a stupid goofy grin slide over my lips. 'You livid huh, told you, that you where strong.'

"Jim daddies got breakfast, come sit down." I could hear little noises before the pitter, patter of little feet made their way down the stairs and across the living room. "Hey buddy, what I tell you about running down them stairs?"

He looked at me from the doorway and gave me the cutest smile he could muster with his little gap in the front. 'Buttering me up huh, shit.'

"Alright, sit down big guy. We will discuss that later, cool." He nodded and made his way over, crawling into the seat that barely showed the top of his eyes, making me laugh. I brought his food over on his cactus cartoon plate and picked him up a moment to place him on the phone books so he could see and eat.

"Make sure you eat that slow, don't shovel it down, k."

Nat always thought it was wired that I spoke to a two year old like he was an adult. But, I figured he's smart, we know that and he isn't going to learn anything if you talk to him like a baby or kid. Sure, there are times for talking to him like a kid and then there were times like this that he needed to be treated a little older.

When he started eating I looked down at my own plate and didn't feel so hungry. So, I made my way over to the living-room and laid down on the couch to think. I could hear him from there to make sure he didn't chock, so I let my mind wonder. He was alive and back it was hard to wrap around my head, I was excited yet scared. What had he been doing all these years? Was he taller? Was he smarter? Was he still that adorable dorky gap toothed geek? Did he still use big ass words I barely understood, yet made me respect him even more? How come he had never tried to get in contact with any of us? Even his best friends hadn't gotten word from him after his move. Heck, they hadn't even known of his moving until that day. Why, Double dweeb …why …

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I sat up soaked in cold ass water, rubbing my eyes as I looked up at the stupid ass grinning idiot above me. In one arm he had my laughing two year old and in the other hand an empty sippy cup.

"Dude, what the heck? I thought you wouldn't be here until this afternoon?" I leaned back to run my hands through my wet hair.

"Bro, you understand it's like two in the afternoon now and you been asleep here on the couch without Jim having eyes on him?"

I stopped my movements and got pale in the face as I looked out the window to see the sun was in fact up. I'd fallen asleep and wasn't watching my son. 'Fucking dammit, I'm so fucking stupid.'

He must have seen me going down a bad road because he turned to my son and said. "Little dude, dads going to blow some steam like a tea kettle over this. What he doesn't realize is I got home early and have been designated guardian, why good old poppy slept his worries away!"

"Shut up Nat, what was he doing when you got home?"

"He was up stairs playing with that smart cube, dude. I still don't understand why you got him that. He's a fricken two year old, not even I can get that thing, bro."

I laughed and my son joined in for a bit, until he decided to input his own thoughts. "Sdupid Nad"

"Dude, did your son just call me stupid?" I looked at him through tears of laughter at his shocked face.

"Bro, not cool! What are you teaching this kid, to be a jerk like his daddy?"

I stopped laughing to glare at him at least that is what I was trying to do before laughing again. He huffed and plopped my son on my lap before stomping away like a little girl. When I finally stopped laughing, I looked at my baby boy and gave him a serious look. "Ok Jim, you don't call people stupid, got it? No matter how funny it seems or if daddy dose it, cool?"

He looked at me and gave me that gapped toothy grin, I loved so much. "Ugh, your getting worse then 'him' with that."

"Yeah, he's back Nazz and no before you ask, I haven't. I-I can't even pick up the nerve to go over and see him. For all I know he isn't there yet." As soon as it was naptime for my son, I got on the phone and dialed up my best friend and one of the original kids from back in our day.

"That's great to hear Kevin, see I told you Eddy know what he was talking about. And don't worry, about who goes to see who first. You both must be on nerves about being back and seeing each other."

I wanted to believe her that I hadn't seen him either because of nerves. But part of me was telling me that he didn't wanna see me, period. That he hated me for not stopping his mom from taking him away. I was the only one that knew and I let him go anyway, despite knowing what she was capable of doing.

After I had finally told Eddy and Nazz about what had happened, I got my ass handed to me by the dork. I had never in my life seen the short scam artist so enraged and care about anybody but himself. Guess 'he' had been wrong about his best friend's future. He had turned out to be more caring then had been predicted.

"Are you listening to me Kev?"

"Huh, nah, shit I was thinking … my bad. What did you say?"

"I said that maybe you should invite him to one of your gigs to hang out. You know we are all going to be down there this summer … all of us … just like old times Kev."

'Old times, huh?' I highly doubt that statement. It would never be like told times, no matter how much you scream, cry and beg for that small part of happiness back. It had all changed, we had all changed for the worst and for the better. But, the past wasn't possible anymore and that made me as angry as it tore sadness into my heart.

"Yeah, sure Nazz. If I run into him I'll ask, just go up and smile at him like good old fucking times, like nothing ever fucking happened and just ask him to forgive my mistakes and come hear me bleed my heart out. I have to go my sons up."

Before she could reply, I hung up and through the phone as hard as I could against the wall watching it smash to pieces before the cry of my son made its way to my ears. 'fuck.'