You hated Drew ever sense senior year of high school. You both made each others lives miserable. Ruined reputations, broken souls, twisted rumors. Yet you two couldn’t stay out of each other’s lives. After a long party which you half forgotten you remember all of it when you woke up in his bed with an accident. Your son’s second birthday was last week. Two years of dealing with Drew. Two years of living with him because neither of you had enough money for another place. Two years of neglect. He grabbed your son’s book bag and passed you in the kitchen

“Can you get him ready, I gotta go.” He said wiping the sleep from his eyes as he had half his shirt on and his belt half off