Ignored

Skylar’s POV

Bennett and Patricia Jones, my stepparents, had adopted my when I was three. My biological parents had drowned in a cruise ship alongside my older brother, Pearce. I had almost died too, but the rescue team got to me quick and when they brought in the corpses of those who drowned, I was forced to identify my parents. My brother was never found though.

My stepparents were the most greedy people I’ve ever seen. They only adopted me because of the money that was given to them by the government for my upkeep and after that money stopped coming in when I turned eighteen, they resorted to making life hell for me. Their greed for money was what pushed them to try and marry me off to Davis Roberts, when I turned twenty- three. And they only let me marry Jason because he had money. I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised that they’ll abandon me because I can’t give them what they want.

I have to cool off from crying so much and school my expression before I head back to the house. It’s already late in the night when I step into the house and I’m sure of two things immediately. One, Jared has already been put to bed. And two, Jason and Alexandra are most likely fucking in our room upstairs if the clothes littered on the floor of the stairs leading to the room is any indication. I can’t even find it in myself to cry anymore. I just go into one of the guest rooms and within minutes I fall into a restless sleep.

The next morning I’m not surprised to see them both come down the stairs talking intimately and sharing warm smiles. When they see me, Jason tries to start up a conversation but I don’t let him speak.

“I’ll sign the papers. And I’ll move out by the end of the week.” He gives me a stiff nod and after I leave I hear Alexandra making plans for their future together, like they didn’t just destroy mine.

When they leave the house, I spend the hours packing up my things, searching for job advertisements online and just taking care of my son. Trying to memorize everything about him and making him promises of finding him in the future. Jared is fussy and seems to pick up on my emotions. He simply refuses to let me out of sight.

“Don’t worry my love, I’ll come back to you. I’m sorry…I-l… I love you so much my boy… so much.” I tell him as I put him to bed that night. I set up blankets on the floor next to his crib. I absolutely refuse to sleep in Jason’s room. As I lay down I can’t help but think that he and Alexandra probably had meetings that ended with them sleeping together, while we were married. The last time me and Jason had done anything sexual was a week before he disappeared. I sigh out not willing to think about him anymore. I’ll leave and start my life somewhere else. I’ll come back for my son when I’m not a jobless, homeless divorcee.

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of things moving in the house and Jared babbling to himself. “Good morning my little star! Did you sleep good?” I coo to him as I pick him up. 7All I get in response is a loud “Goo’ mornie!” right in my ears and his slobber on my cheek as his morning kiss. I roll my eyes an make a start for the stairs but immediately change course for the bathroom where I get me and my son ready for the day.

When I get downstairs, finally, I set Jared down in his playpen and face the lovers sitting in the couch. Jason is the first to speak.

“We thought it’ll be best if Alex moves in, so you could show her how to care for Jared and stuff while we finalize the divorce.” I don’t say anything, but the fact that he doesn’t seem a little bit affected emotionally by all this infuriates me to no end.

I just stomp up the stairs and retrieve the divorce papers and custody papers, as well as Jared’s schedule I had written down a couple of days ago, and hurriedly sign them. Then I grab my suitcase I had already packed and calmly walk down the stairs.

When I get to the living room, Jason stands up, his eyes silently questioning me. I toss the papers in his face. “Jared’s schedule is in there. His allergies and everything he’ll need. I’ve signed your stupid papers. I hope you rot in hell.. both of you.”

I pick Jared up and give him a big smooch that elicits giggles from him. Poor boy is only two and us about to be separated from his mom. I quickly walk out of the house, trying to keep the tears at bay.

I walk all the way to the bus stop and for once I’m glad that I wasn’t all over the news after I married Jason, he is sort of a big shot in the city. People kept staring and I felt the tears come back up tenfold. I willed myself to stop crying and boarded the bus. I dropped off at a small hotel and booked a room. I planned to stay there until I could get my bearings again.

I spent the week looking for a job, preferably out if the city, I went sightseeing and I visited my parents grave to let them know what was currently going on in my life. I had just got back to the hotel when I got a message from Jason.

Jason❤️

The divorce will be finalized on Thursday.

How have you been?

Me

Okay. Thanks.

Just then an email was sent to me. It was from a family living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. They were looking to hire a therapist for their son and would like to fix a skype meeting to interview me and discuss the terms for the job. I immediately shot back an email, stating my interest in taking the job and that I was available for the call anytime. It wasn’t long before I received a response from them and the date and time for the call was fixed for the very next day, Tuesday.

Tuesday came in the blink of an eye and in three minutes it would be five in the evening, the time set for the call. I was dressed and well prepared for the interview. When the call came in, I cleared my throat and accepted the call and for the first two minutes I was totally speechless.

I had only faint memories of my biological parents and an old faded picture of them but when I saw the man on the screen, I couldn’t tell if I was looking at my father’s ghost.

“Good evening Ms. Woods. Are you alright?”

“Uhh…Good evening Mr. Rodrigo. I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

He looked slightly confused but didn’t try to question my apparent gawking.

“Shall we continue with the interview, Mr. Rodrigo?” I asked him and he gave me a curt nod and half a smile.