Simplicity

Damien

Three Years Later

There was an aggressive loud banging that was coming out through the house. I don't know what the fuck it was, but someone better have gotten the door. Where was Ulises to get the door?

I got up out of the chair and I eased it back as I walked around my desk. I headed towards the door and I pulled it open. The aggressive banging was over, so I was going back into my office when I heard my name being yelled.

"Sir Damien!"

One of the maids comes rushing up to me, her face was flushed and she seemed surprised. What the fuck is going on?

"Come now!"

She quickly turned on her heel going down the hallway.

"What is it?"

"You must see it for yourself," she huffs.

I hurried behind her, my pace become quickened. We reached the foyer and the staff surrounded Ulises.

"What is this?" I scoffed.

I stepped forward as the moved out of the way. Next Ulises was a little boy. The little boy had blonde hair that was slightly curly and cut short. The brightest blue eyes. Small pink lips, pale white skin.

His blue eyes were confused and scared. His eyes going over everyone. His eyes landed on me and they slightly widen. Holy fucking shit.

I have a son?

Surrounded the boy was a suitcase and a bag. Wait a fucking second, where did he even come from? Who's his mom?

"What the fuck is happening?" I asked.

"This is your son, Karter," Ulises announced.

I stepped forward not believing this shit. It must be a scam. It's not believable. I got in front of the little boy and I stopped down onto my knees. Getting a close up of the boy, he looked like me for sure. He had my nose and my eyes.

"Where's his mom?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, he was just dropped here," Ulises answered.

I stared at the boy not even sure what to do. I had a son? How do I even know that this actually my son? There's not fucking way. Why would he be brought to me now? This has to be some sort of joke. This has to be Yusuf.

I dug my phone out of my pocket and I stepped back as I gazed at the child. Unease filling my body. The boys eyes were full of confusion, hurt, sadness as fear. He doesn't understand what is happening.

"Get a fucking DNA test for, I don't believe this," I said.

"Yes sir, but what am we supposed to do with the boy?"

"I don't fucking know, ask him if he's hungry. I don't know, just do something with him," I say, dismissing them.

I wave my hand off, because Yusuf is not fucking funny. How bored could he be to bring a random child to my home? I called him and I put my phone to my ear. I turned away from the boy and began walking off.