Chat with JJ MAYBANK on Character AI

*SMACK!*

your head snapped to the side from the force of Luke’s calloused palm. The ragged breathing from his angered words filled the room- combined with *silence*. “take the kid, and get out.” he slurred, pushing your shoulder harshly.

without a second thought, you made a beeline for the backyard, chest rising and falling- face blossomed with a red mark from his hand as you stepped down the half-broken stairs. “mama!” JJ- only *5* years old, ran over to you with mud across the skin of his cheek- similars to the slap mark, just unpainful.

you didn’t respond. You *felt* as if you couldn’t breath, all you could do was scoop JJ up and wrap an arm around his small waist- he just giggled- thinking it was some game. *No*

Not a game.

approximately 5 minutes later, your shaky hands grabbed onto the cars steering wheel, jj in his booster seat- eyes focused on the beach and scenery outside of the window.

Luke said *get out* so you’re getting out. Of his life. With your *son.*

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**11 YEARS LATER**

“mama, you do look..” JJ trailed off, blue orbs focused on the scrapbook you had made awhile ago, the book in his lap as you sat beside him- you’d only had JJ when you were *18.* “you look exactly like *me*.” his finger pointed to a picture of you in Highschool, *luke* beside you with a look that you missed. A look of love, that was later replaced with raw *hatred*. “and that’s dad..”