She wouldn’t stop, continuing to scream for Jacob.
“You’ve given me no choice.” I whipped out my cell from my pocket and dialed 9-1-1. “Yes, I would like to report a disturbance. My son’s mother has shown up at my home, clearly intoxicated, and is causing a scene with my child sleeping inside. She is refusing to leave the premises and is clearly in no shape to be in the presence of my son.”
“He’smyson!” she growled in my face.
“I will send a unit to your location, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Natty tried to bite my hand.
“Don’t add assault to your rap sheet. Don’t you want to get Jacob back?”
“What do you think I’m trying to do? You fucking bastard.” She jabbed her knee right into the side of my bad knee, sending me crashing to the ground.
“You fucking bitch!” I lost it. Scrambling to my feet, I hobbled into my apartment after her.
“Jacob!” she bellowed again.
“Mom?” Jacob’s sleepy eyes strained to focus.
“Baby, get your things. We’re leaving.” She grabbed his hand as she swayed from side to side.
“But, I’m not ready to go.” He pulled away from his mother as she started to plead.
“Don’t you want to go home? I’m taking care of everything. We can go home.”
My heart was breaking as Jacob fought to be a good son to both of us.
“I like it here with Dad.”
“Dad? You’re calling this piece of dog shit who was never there for you your entire lifeDadnow?” She turned to me, an evil sneer contorting her face. “Who the fuck do you think you are turning my kid against me? You’re nothing more than a sperm donor.”
“Natty, you’re not yourself right now. Jacob, she doesn’t mean any of this. Your mom just doesn’t feel well right now.”
“Don’t tell my son what I do or do not mean! Jacob, we’re leaving.” She grabbed his hand, trying to drag him to the door.
“No!” he yelled, yanking his hand out of her grasp.
Thankfully, the cops came walking through the front door.
I looked to Jacob. “Go into your room, kid. I’ll take care of this.”
Without a word, he did as I asked.
Natty was dragged away in cuffs, screaming the whole way.
“Cason, are you going to press charges?” Officer Whistler asked. He was Gavin Hayes’ best friend, and I was so thankful he was the responding officer to my call.
“Can I sleep on it?” I didn’t want to make the wrong decision.
“Of course. Take care of your boy and give me a call in the morning. We’ll hold Ms. Fitton in the drunk tank overnight.”
“I appreciate it, man.”
“Don’t mention it. I hope your night starts to get better.” We shook hands then Sean Whistler let himself out of my apartment.
I shot off a quick text to Stormi.