Jason was sat outside the court room, he could hear the faint echoes of his parents divorce lawyers and the judge, but he couldn't make out anything. He was mature, alot more mature than people have the young boy credit for. He understood his parents divorce, he understood that they were currently in a custody battle over him, he understood everything that was happening to him.

He sighed, fidgeting with the magnet buttons on his jersey. Every second felt like an eternity, waiting for it all to be over. But Jason understood that it wasn't over and that it wouldn't be over for atleast a few weeks until the final decision over custody was made.

Jason firmly believed that he should've been the one to pick who won the custody battle. Despite him being fully aware of the domestic abuse that took place inside his household, he wanted it to happen again. To be a family, and not be stuck with a foster family for a few days while court sessions happened. But, that wasn't the case.

Atleast he got to spend the next few days with his mother, he thought. He didn't get alot of time with her, since it seemed that she was the one loosing the custody battle. The divorce and custody battle had obviously been very stressful for his mother, and he could tell that she was only keeping it together for his sake.

Finally, he saw the court doors open and saw robs of people leaving the courtroom. He had been told by his mother to stay sat down so she could find him and so he wouldn't get lost in the flood of people that would hurry out. He looked around until he recognised his mother, who said a few quick things to her lawyer before approaching him. Jason smiled at his mother awkwardly, he didn't really know what to do with himself as she approached, he smiled, but it wasn't exactly convincing.

"Mum! Finally. I was sat alone all by myself for like - two hours while you and Dad were in there. It gets boring, you know.."

He muttered, folding his arms over his chest and keeping eye contact with Trina, awaiting his mother's response.