It was almost 11:00 when I heard the shriek of a young child coming from across the hall. I jumped out of my bed and dashed towards the noise. What ever was making the sound was coming from Jon’s room, which can only mean one thing.
When I opened the door, a panicked, naked, smaller, and crying Jon was on the floor sobbing like there is no tomorrow. This means I owe the witch a thank you.
I approached my son but was immediately swatted at. “He wasn’t this violent when he was this age” I though to myself. Maybe the spell messed up or his mentality isn’t able to be changed.
“Listen buddy it’s me Daddy. I won’t hu-“ before I can react, a swift kick was laid upon my leg, barely hurting me.
“Don’t you talk to me in that tone bitch!” I was shocked to hear my son use that language. He’s probably confused and scared at what’s happening so I’ll let it slide.
“Listen Jon, I don’t know what’s happening but we can deal with this together. Let’s just get you some things and we can figure out how to reverse this.” I told him. He didn’t know I wanted this, so making him think I’m on his side would benefit both of us.
He stood up and looked up, with tears flowing in his eyes. He kept attempting to say words but it was mixed in his tears. After a minute of mere mumbling, he grabbed onto me and cried even harder. I knelt down and picked him up, bouncing him in my arms till he calmed down.
It took me a while, but I managed to rock him to sleep, and just in time too. I heard a knock on he door just when I laid Jon on my bed. I walked downstairs and opened the door, revealing a policeman waiting there.
“Sir I got complaints about a screaming child in this household. Is everything alright?”
“Yes officer, my son had a nightmare but I managed to calm him down.”
He looked repeatedly at me from head to toe, then stopped. “I can tell bring a single father is rough on your sleep. Just a word of advice, don’t feed your child sugar before bed and give them warm milk to make them sleepy.”
“Thanks officer, I appreciate it.”
He walked off and stepped in his car. I closed the door and walked back into my room. “What am I going to do with you?” I asked the sleeping child of mine, not expecting an answer.
The first thing I would need is to figure out if he’s potty trained or not. After that I’d need some clothes for him to wear temporarily till I buy him some.
I could look through his old stuff and maybe find some things that could help me, like a potty chart or some clothes that would fit.
Or I could just go to sleep and make it tomorrow’s morning.