Dying Patience.

September 15th, Tuesday

2:15 A.M.

" Ash, let all this shit go. You already got enough money, so do somethin' else now!" Naomi assertively commanded Ashton who sat behind her kitchen counter, entirely fixated on his phone. She grew more irritated by the second. Without raising his head to divert full attention he said, "I gotta go." He casually stated before rising onto his feet. Completely unacknowledging her demands, he began to casually pace to the back door he had snuck in to see his son in bed.

He had arrived unexpectedly, serving as an indicator to the mother of his only child. An indicator of deception, failed planning and mainly trouble on the broader spectrum. She found him in their son's room, standing and admiring him in his innocent and peaceful slumber. For the duration of his very brief and intrusive visit, Naomi had repetitively tried to get an explanation. However to no surprise, she was ignored.