I fumbled with the keys as I attempted to unlock the door. My sweaty hands dropped the cluster and when I reached down to pick it up I spotted my favorite key chain. That was my little boy I thought happily but if quickly faded when I opened the door and stepped into the empty apartment.

I went over to the answering machine in hope of having a message or a missed call, anything. Nothing I though bitterly. But I couldn't blame anyone for not wanting to talk to me.

Still I missed all of the happy times we had here; when I would step inside and hear the theme song for SpongeBob. Then the smell the dinner she was preparing would fill my nostrils. Right on queue I would here her sweet voice welcoming me home along with his as he jumped in my arms and I swung him around asking about his day.

Somehow that was how we ended up. That was how it was still supposed to be but it wasn't anymore.

I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out my last bottle of beer. I pressed the lid against the countertop and heard it pop as it opened. I opened up the freezer that rested on top of the refrigerator and pulled out the frozen T.V. turkey dinner.

I placed it into the microwave after setting it too five minutes. I heard it start and I picked up the bottle of beer and chugged it in a matter of seconds. I tossed my head backwards making sure I got every last drop.

I walked by the table where we used to eat and spotted the eviction notice. I tore it in half and stuffed it into the overflowing garbage can.

Beep, Beep, Beep! The microwave rang signaling the completion of defrosting my delicious dinner. I remembered the time when her parents came for dinner. They let me cut the turkey.

I pulled it out of the microwave and tore off the plastic wrapping; turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots, and a biscuit. What about the cranberry sauce? Craving the sweetness that I loved about it I pulled out an old jar of strawberry jam and scooped some beside the gravy-less mashed potatoes.

I took a seat on the empty couch and looked at the blank T.V. screen. Beside it were the pictures of us; the holidays, birthdays, and family portraits. I got up and turned them face down. I wouldn't want to have them see me like this.

I picked up my fork and stabbed the turkey before I shoved a piece into my mouth; disgusting. I placed my finger inside the "cranberry sauce" and then put it in my mouth. For a second I could still taste the peanut butter and strawberry-jelly sandwiches she would make. Never grape because he thought it tasted like cough medicine.

I smiled softly as I remembered him and her. They used to be mine. But now they were gone all because of my stupid decision to give in and sleep with her.

"Happy Thanksgiving Jackson."

A/N: Please tell me what you think! I'd like to thank Dally2 for all of her help! Happy Thanksgiving!