"WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed.

"Ashton-" I cut off.

"NO, YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE IN FRANCE FOR A COLLEGE TOUR AND YOU JUST RANDOMLY SHOW UP AT MY APARTMENT?" Why does she have to do this?

"Ashton, you're keeping things from me. Now I would like to have my son back." I shook my head.

"No, you will not get our son back. He's mine too. I have a right." She can't just take him away.

"Actually, I have full custody. You never signed the birth certificate." She snarled.

"BECAUSE I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE PREGNANT! I NEVER KNEW ANYTHING!" Can't she understand that.

"WELL I'M HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS OD AIDAN HAVING HIS FATHER AROUND! I THINK WE'LL DO JUST FINE WITH OUT YOU. AIDAN DOESN'T NEED A FATHER!" How the fuck dare she?

"EVERY CHILD NEEDS A FATHER!" I screamed again.

"NO THEY DON'T, HE'S ONLY THREE. I CAN EASILY HAVE SOMEONE ELSE IN HIS LIFE!" Oh no she did not just say that.

"NO, IT'S NOT THE SAME AS HIS REAL FATHER! I DON'T WANT HIM SAYING DADDY TO ANOTHER MAN." Ugh, can't she just stop.

"THAT SUCKS! NOW I'LL BE TAKING MY SON! I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY!" My pity?

"NO, GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT. YOU'RE TRESPASSING." True.

"THAT SUCKS! I'M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT MY SON!" She yelled.

"OUR FUCKING SON! WE MADE HIM TOGETHER! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I HELPED CREATE THAT INNOCENT CHILD! MY BLOOD IS RUNNING THROUGH HIM! HE DESERVES TO HAVE HIS FATHER!" Maybe we are yelling at each other and it doesn't help, but I can't help it.

"FUCK YOU ASHTON! I WILL CALL THE POLICE!" Go ahead.

"GO RIGHT AHEAD! I'LL JUST TAKE YOU TO COURT!" I smirked. How do you like that?

"HELL TO THE NO! WHERE IS AIDAN ANYWAY? I BET YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW?!" Fact, I do know where he is.

"HE'S IN HIS ROOM PROBABLY CRYING BECAUSE OF US!" I then walked away and walked to Aidan's room.

I opened the door lightly and saw that he was crying.

"Aidan." I said.

"DADDY!" He got up and ran to me. Shoving his body into my chest. Crying.

"Shhh, it's okay." I rubbed his back, then I heard the door creak open and there stood Charlie. The Bitch.

"Aidan?" Charlie chocked.

Aidan lifted his head, his eyes wide, but then hid his head back in my chest.

"He's only three Charlie." I whispered.

"I don't care. Now look at him. You probably brainwashed him. He doesn't want his only mother. He wants his stupid dad." I rolled my eyes but then Aidan back up and looked at Charlie with a mad face.

"Daddy not stupid." I did a light smile for this. But Charlie's face was shocked and angry.

"Oh but your daddy is stupid." Teach him bad language I see.

"I wuv daddy. Daddy not stupid. You leff me. You no wuv me. Daddy wuvs me. I wanna be with daddy." My son just stood up for his own father. I'm proud.

Just at that moment. Charlie smacked him right across the face. I gasped and Aidan fell. Hitting his head in the process and crying bloody murder.

"HOW COULD YOU?" I shouted and picked up Aidan.

I felt something trickle on my hands. I lifted them up and I saw blood.

I ran out the door and into my car. Charlie right behind me.

I put Aidan in my car. I got in myself and locked the doors so Charlie couldn't get in.

Right now she's banging on the windows. Yelling let me in. I buckled up and sped to the hospital.

Once I got there I picked up Aidan and ran in the emergency room.

I could still feel his breathing. But he soon stopped crying and fainted kind of.

"HELP! I NEED HELP!" I yelled and a bunch of nurses came over to me with a rolling bed thingy.

They took him from my hands and started doing what they do.

"Sir, we're gonna want to know what happened." A nurse said.

"His mother smacked him. He fell over, hit his head. He was conscious until I got here. He's bleeding from his head. My son name is Aidan Burns, he's three and my Ashton Burn. I'm eighteen." I decided to just explain everything.

"Thank you sir. Now an you please sit in the waiting room while we see what's wrong with your son?" What?

"NO, I have to be here with him. He's my son. I'm only eighteen." I pleaded, but then some security pushed me back and took my in the waiting room.

I just sat there. Not daring to get up.

I arrived at the hospital and ran inside.

How could I smack my own son?

"Ma'am, you need to check in. Are you here to see someone or you have an appointment?" I caught my breath and spoke.

"No, I'm here to see my son." I panted.

"Name?" She asked.

"Uh Aidan Burns?" He nodded and clicked on her computer thing.

"Son of Ashton Burns?" I nodded.

"Yes-" she cut me off. The hell lady.

"Miss, it says here that Aidan's mother smacked him, causing him to have a brain bleed. Is this true?" Might as well say the truth.

"Yes, but I didn't mean to." Right then, two polices guy took me away, and escorted me to a different room.

"Name?" They asked.

"Charlie Grace." Please tell me I'm not I'm trouble.

"Age?" The other one said.

"Eighteen." I whispered lightly.

"Do you understand that you are an a legal adult and you just smack a three year old?" I nodded. "That is illegal ma'am. We call that abusing. Even if it was an accident. But in this case it cause your son head bleeding." Oh god.

"Yes, I understand, but I swear. I wouldn't do a thing to hurt my son. Uh- um, talk to his father. Ashton Burns. He abuses him and me." I have to do what I have to do.

"Are you his girlfriend? Wife? Fiancé?" He asked.

"Girlfriend." I puffed out.

"Alright, we'll have a work with Mr. Burns. Thank you for telling us." One of them soon left, but I had to stay here here with the other cop.

Ashton has no clue what's coming for him.