Continued 3

The next day when I had awoken, I awoke to the sunlight beaming on my face. I was hoping that was my sign that it would be a better day than the day before.

I grabbed my cell phone and a cigarette and walked outside to Jason's front porch and sat down on one of the two white chairs that was neatly placed on the tiny porch. I reached into my pocket and took out my lighter and lit my cigaretter. I slowly inhaled and exhaled taking in every breath of nicotine that I could. 

I was going over what I was going to say to my parents when they answered the phone. I didn't want to instantly start fighting, even though deep down I wanted to almost hit her for taking my son. I knew that arguing with her wouldn't get me anywhere, so I needed to calmly and rationally talk to her.

I was quite surprised when she quietly answered the phone, especially because the night before she ignored everyone like I hadn't exsisted.

We talked on the phone for a few minutes and I told her that I was coming to pick up my son, but she still refused. I broke down and begged her to tell me why I couldn't have my child, the child I carried inside my young body, and the child that I bore birth to.
She went on about how I was so young, and that I needed to get myself together and then I could have my son.

That just wasn't good enough for me, so I had picked up the phone and again phoned the police to only be told the same thing as the night before. I felt like hurting my mother. I was seeing red. I had all these feelings of rage take over me, and I was ready for a war, and a war is what I was going to give them.

Being now 19 and never having any experience about what was taking place, I didn't know what to do. It took every ounce of strength that I had to not go over and smash my parents door down and just grab my son. I knew if I did that that the police would be called and then I would go to jail. I didn't want to give the police or the judge any reason for me to not be allowed to have my son, so I had to find some kind of strength to refrain myself.

I had began to phone different attorneys seeking advice as to what to do. I was advise to set a court date and go in front of the judge, so I went down to the court house and began to file the needed paperwork.

I was like a zombie walking about. I was filled with so many different emotions, but mostly I was hurting and missing my son. He was all that I could think about. I remember waking up constantly through the night, just knowing that my son was up crying at that same moment. I knew that had to be what was waking me up, and it hurt that I couldn't be there to bend over his cradle and pick him up and give him the comfort that he needed from his mother.

*** To be continued***