Manuel
"You need to take that little boy back to his mother right now." My father bellowed at me for the hundredth time. I rolled my eyes before scooping Aiden up off of the ground and walking into the living room, setting him in front of the TV and turning it on.
"Don't try to go about telling me what to do." I snapped back. My father growled and grabbed my arm in a tight grip, spinning me around so that I was facing him. I snarled at him and ripped my arm out of his grip.
"Don't you touch me!" I yelled. He wasn't bothered.
"What you did was wrong and you know it. Aiden needs to be with his mother." Dad spit at me. My anger was continuously rising.
"I did wrong? She stole my baby from me in the middle of the night!" My voice was booming. I heard Aiden whimper from the living room b
