"Fuck off dad!" "I just, wanted to. Never mind." He went downstairs, and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV, and began to click channels. There was nothing good, so he turned it off. "Chris?" "Go away Aviva!" "Chris. Listen to me." "Shut up! I have my own problems right now!" "Chris! What the fuck is your problem?! Ever since Joey began to talk, we've been getting into fights! What's the problem?" "That's the problem!" "What?" "He hates me! And if he doesn't want a father, I'll leave! You'll never see me again! I don't want to live in a house full of idiots! He'll never have a father again!" He went upstairs, and got his backpack, and filled it with his clothes. He walked downstairs and slammed the front door. "Mom?" Joey had walked downstairs. "What do you want?" "Did dad really mean all those things?" "Up to your room. Now!" He ran up to his room, and locked the door.
That night, Aviva sat down on the couch and began to cry. "Aviva?" "What?" "What happened?" "Your brother left me! He said that Joey hated him so much he just left!" Martin sat next to her, and wiped her tears away. "Don't worry Aviva." "Don't worry?! We've been married for 6 years, I love him!" "Aviva, you'll be ok." "I won't!" She kept crying, and Joey walked downstairs. "Mom? Why are you crying?" "Fuck off Joey! Leave your mother alone!" Joey ran outside, and sat on a stump. "Did I cause mom to cry?" He wondered. "I love mom, dad is just an idiotic smarty pants. I would never cause mom to cry. She's my favorite person." He saw Chris' car pull up on the drive way, and then he entered.
Inside, Chris tried his best to stay away from Aviva. He just entered, gave her a kiss, and sat down in the chair in the garage. He rocked it, and he remembered when he first held Joey. That little baby, sleeping, holding on tight to his shirt. Now, Joey got ahold of his heart, and broke it. There was no glue to mend his broken heart. He kept rocking the chair, and remembered when he first fed him. Then, when he learned how to speak. He said, "I hate you Dadda!" And bit him. He still had those bite marks, but they were disappearing. "Guess he just doesn't like me." He got the sleeping bag, and locked the garage door, and set it down on the ground. He fell asleep, and had a night mare.
"Say goodbye to your lover Father!" He aimed a knife at Aviva's heart, and Chris cried. "Wait, she doesn't deserve to be dead. Its you!" He dropped the knife, and led him to the woods. So deep that if he pulled the trigger, no one heard it. "Goodbye, father! Mwah hahaha!" He pulled the trigger, and Chris screamed. "Son! No!" But it was too late. The bullet had hit him. He screamed, but no one heard him.
"Ahhhhh!" Chris woke up screaming, and startled, he checked his phone. "12 am, shit." He laid back down, and through out the night, his dream kept playing in his head. That morning, Chris entered the kitchen, groggy. "Had a good nights sleep?" "No! Why don't you kill me already Son? I know you're planning to kill me when your 16! Why not kill me now?" "What the fuck are you talking about idiot?" "Fuck you! That's all you do! Criticize me! Do u want a-" It became hard to breathe, and Aviva sat Chris down. "Calmate Chris. Sit down." "I-I can't breathe Aviva. It hurts to breathe, and I'm hot and cold all over." "Oh no. Somebody call an ambulance!" In 10 minutes, they heard the siren. Chris had already knocked out, and Aviva held him tight. "Don't worry Chris. I'm here for you." She kissed his cheek, when the paramedics came in. "Someone has to go with him." "You want to go martin?" "No, you go." "Ok. And Joey. Listen to your uncle." She said between gritted teeth. On the ride to the hospital, Aviva grabbed Chris' hand, and grasped it. She put it against her stomach, and the paramedic in the back smiled. "You're pregnant?" "Yea. Second one." She looked down at her growing stomach. "How far along?" "Eh, about 4 months."
5 months later, Chris was sitting down on his hospital bed, when a nurse came up to Chris. The nurse wheeled Aviva up to him, and he smiled and left. "What's up Aviva?" "I had the baby yesterday. Its a boy." She put the baby on Chris' arms, and he rocked it. "What about Joey?" "He's mad I had a baby." "Why? He loves you." "Well, not his baby brother. He met him yesterday and boy, did he cuss out." "Oh, guess he'll never like me." "Don't worry Chris. I'm sure he does love you." "No, he doesn't." "What do you mean?" "If he doesn't want a father, oh well, I just don't want to be hurt more." "Then, take the baby Chris. He'll be much safer with you." "Ok." "I love you Chris, I'll miss you." "Me too." The next month, Aviva sat quietly at the table, drinking a glass of wine. "Mom? You ok? You've been very quiet." "Your dad left me Joey. He took the baby with him." "Good for him. Good for both of them!" "Don't you get it?" "Get what?" "Never mind." She poured herself another glass of wine, and began drinking. "Mom? I've never seen you drink. More or less get drunk." "Fuck off Joey. Don't you have something to do?" "No." He left, and Aviva kept drinking. Later that night, she was drunk, and staggered up the stairs, she entered Joey's room, and kissed him goodnight.
The next day, Chris showed up in her window, with the baby in his arms. "Hi Aviva." "H-Hey." She put her mouth to his, and kissed him softly. The baby screeched in laughter, and Aviva smiled. "How's it going Aviva?" "Fine, I guess."