"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" Jason ranted, while is mother was on the phone. "Sweetie, I'm on the phone. I have to sell $100 dollars of cosmetics or they will fire me. And if they fire me, I have to get a job where I can't be with you! We wouldn't want that, would we?" Pam said.
Pam worked at home, selling cosmetics through the phone. It was a good job, expecally if you had a child with special needs, as Pam did.
"Mommy!" Jason said again. Pam just ignored him, and went on to selling the woman on the other line a lip stick.
"Mommy!" Jason said, yet again. Pam still ignored him.
"MOMMY! THERE IS SOME WEIRD GUY AT THE DOOR MOMMY!" Jason screamed. "Okay, thank you, I'll send the make up to you, the total is $57.00, I'll pick it up today at the bank." Pam said, hanging up the phone.
"What did you say sweetie?" "Some weird guy wants to come in." Jason said, leading his mom to the back door.
Pam knew who the guy was. It was Elias.
"What do ya want?" Pam asked through the screen. "I want to see how hat little frea- kid, yeah kid is doing." "You just want to hurt him like you hurt me when I told you I was pregnant with him! I know it!" "I have 5 kids with my actual family. You meet my oldest, the Dokken fan. She turned out good. I don't hurt them. Or my wife. So why would I hurt you and that freak?"
"Yeah, that's why that teen in the Dokken shirt changed her name to Lynch. It sounds like she's ashamed to be related to you! And your wife! Does she know that you knocked up a 15 year old in 1982? I should have pressed rape charges! But I didn't 'cause I thought you were 16! But it turned out you were like 30! YOUR A SICK MAN ELIAS!"
"Not my fault you were stupid. Explains why your kid is a retard." Elias said like it was no big deal.
"TAKE IT BACK YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Pam screamed, walking out of the kitchen, to beat up Elias.
Pam knew the truth, but to her Jason was "special."
"Down bitch." Elias said, like he was telling a joke.
YOU WILL NEVER INSULT JASON! NEVER! YOU CAN CALL ME WHAT EVER THE HELL YOU WANT, BUT DAMN IT, YOUR HIS DADDY, AND WHAT, YOU JUST WANNA MAKE FUN OF HIM? THANK GOD YOU AREN'T PART OF HIS LIFE!" Pam said between tears.
Pam was beating up Elias with anything in sight. Sandbox toys, playground balls, rocks, she was even throwing dirt at him.
"Mommy? Why aren't you playing nice?" Jason asked, picking up another sandbox toy, and started beating up Elias, figuring that Mommy had a good reason to beat this man up.
Then Elias did the un thinkable, he slapped Jason, causing him to cry and land in the little plastic crab shaped sandbox.
"GO TO HELL ELIAS!" Pam said, giving Elias a swift kick in the private area. "YOU HAVE 20 SECONDS TO LEAVE MY PROPERTY BEFORE I CALL THE COPS! GO! LEAVE! NOW!" Pam screamed.
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"Mommy? Why did he hurt me?" Jason said. "Because, my sweet little baby, because he's what Mommy calls an 'ass hole'", Pam said, picking up her son.
"Why dosen't he like you? You are the nicest person ever! Who can't like you?" Jason asked. "Because, in this world not everybody likes each other for stupid reasons."
"Mommy, I love you." Jason said, hugging Pam's neck. "I love you too. If I ever lost you, I'd be so lost. Sweetie, I love you so much."
"Why would you loose me? Would I be hiding under a bed?" Jason giggled.
"Do you want your juice?" Pam asked, grabbing a blue sippy cup off the counter. Jason nodded his head.
So Pam fed the cup to her son, who was unable to feed him self.
"Want more juice?" Pam asked, when the cup felt light. "Uh huh." Jason said. "Orange or pineapple?" Pam asked.
"Orange." Jason said, watching Pam pour the orange juice into the blue sippy cup, then screwing the cap on it, and then feeding it to him.
END CHAPTER NOTES: Okay, this was a drama- filled chapter...
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