Hoyt Fortenberry collapsed on his bed, his head pounding. He had tried to shut out all his mamma's negative thoughts about Amy. He was getting sick of it, his momma always saying bad things about Amy. Why couldn't his mama just accept Amy in his life? She had done nothing wrong to her.
As he laid on his bed, his eyes heavy from the lack of sleep that he had been having. Late night calls to Amy until 4am and then his momma always scolding him like a five year old about sleeping, that he was a growing boy.
Sometimes he wished to still have his daddy here, maybe his mother would focus on him and leave Hoyt alone to live his life.
'Hello son'
Hoyt shot up in his bed as he saw the man that had died when he was younger, the man who Hoyt had a picture of under his bed away from his mama.
"Daddy?" he quizzed.
As he laid on his bed, his eyes heavy from the lack of sleep that he had been having. Late night calls to Amy until 4am and then his momma always scolding him like a five year old about sleeping, that he was a growing boy.
Sometimes he wished to still have his daddy here, maybe his mother would focus on him and leave Hoyt alone to live his life.
'Hello son'
Hoyt shot up in his bed as he saw the man that had died when he was younger, the man who Hoyt had a picture of under his bed away from his mama.
"Daddy?" he quizzed.