(Jacob Davis)
I was just about ready to leave when I got a call saying they had found Jaxon but he was in a bad shape. He had been given some kind of drug and he passed out right after he was punched and kicked by some idiots. He was at the hospital so I decided to go and visit him.
When I arrive there, I was told which room he was in so I went there. He was lying on the bed sleeping and looking so at peace but I knew there was a war going on inside him because of me. I am partially blamed for this and I felt as guilty as hell knowing my one son was going through something like this and at such young age. As I sat there looking at him, the door opened and The boy who lashed out at me the last time walked in.
“ so now you’re acting like a parent when he’s like this!?” The boy shouted
