Chapter One Hundred Eighty

Gwen.

Three days.

It has been three fucking days, three days of getting my hopes crushed again and again. Three days of hearing the same thing over and over again from the cops, they weren’t giving me productive information and I was getting tired of hearing their motto of them doing their best again and again. I wanted to hear something that would bring my Jason back, something about finding out where they took him not just stories.

I haven’t been able to do anything for those three days, I mean what can I do when my little boy was out there for three days? I don’t know if they are feeding him properly, or if he was having his bath. Since he started living with me he hates anything dirt on his body, I remember the last time we almost had a little fight when I didn’t bathe him on time.

I hope he is doing well.

“Aren’t you going to eat something?” I didn’t bother to turn since I already knew who was standing there.

“You should know that you are a mother and you need to be strong