Jeff woke up to a sound emitting from a phone. He opened his eyes to see a phone on the ground blasting some country song before halting. Rubbing his eyes, Jeff lifted his body covered in dry cumstains as he picked up the phone to see he missed a call from…
“Dumb Bitch?” Jeff questioned. Who was that? And apparently they’ve left several calls. Jeff decided it was not much to think about and made way to his computer before his phone emitted another sound. A slight ding as a text was sent. Jeff unlocked his phone to see that “Dumb Bitch” had sent a text saying: watch kids don’t be a asshole you drunk
After he finished reading, Jeff’s eyes opened in alarm. Kids what kids? He had just finished turning 16 well before at least and he thought this body was in its late twenties, maybe around 28. Much too young to be a father he thought, but something told him that it might have been a case of unprotected sex. A loud honk and the sound of tires running over gravel brought Jeff back to the situation.
Here he was nude, and some lady he doesn’t know was about to drop off his kid! Jeff fumbled for his clothing as he quickly draped on his shirt, half-opened, and pulled on his boxers and jeans. Not having a second to waste, Jeff looked at the screen of the Chronivac as he fumbled for his boots. The option “AWARE” was still checked and at the moment Jeff knew what he had to do. He unchecked the box before another box showed up letting him know he could set a specific time limit. Typing 12 hours Jeff thought a simple “here goes nothing” before hitting enter.
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“God dammit! I heard ya the first fuckin’ times,” Jeff grumbled as he made his way to the door. He unlocked it to see that bitch, Veronica, again with Ryan.
“Bout’ time ya got off yer lazy ass! I have to do some stuff so make sure you keep a good eye on him. Also try not drinkin’ so much whiles he’s here,” she screeched at him before making way back to her pathetic car and driving off.
Ryan walked into Jeff’s trailer as he flipped her off and slammed the door shut. “I fuckin’ hate that hag,” Jeff muttered under his breath before looking at Ryan. He was about eight now if he had to guess. He sat on the couch quietly looking at his father before being noticed and glancing at the television screen.
“Good thing he looks so much like me, otherwise I’d claim she was trying to fuckin’ swindle me,” Jeff thought as he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge before rubbing his stomach. He glanced at the clock, nearly noon, he’d probably have to feed him something.
Being a Dad was something Jeff never wanted but after a few too many drinks, him and Veronica fooled around without thinking and soon he was stuck paying child support to some bitch he didn’t even want to be with much less even like. Jeff took a quick gulp of his beer before making way to the fridge. He still had some TV dinners leftover, he’d probably just heat one up for him.
After a pathetic lunch together, Jeff laid on the recliner watching some football while Ryan dozed off. Jeff continued to drink his third can of beer before feeling liked he’d forgotten something. He had his son, they had food, and he had his beer so what else was there? Jeff shrugged it off before finishing his beer.