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The horror of fatherhood

" Babe I know you are eight months pregnant don't throw it in my face. You lied you were on contraceptives but I don't shove it down your throat.
Shut up - I have got to go. "

I delete the picture of the baby scan
 I throw the mobile phone down in the van
I check the mirrors to be sure no one else is around
I am parked in the grounds of  an abandoned hospital
I have stolen everything there is worth to steal
There is one last object to nick the hospitals vintage ariel
There is no floor on the top level
I turn off my headlights and it is very dark
I struggle to carry a ladder to the building
I place it securely and start climbing
There is a single window intact
I notice:
Breath on the glass
A tiny baby sized hand print in the dust
A few specks of blood
A face appears at the window
It is awful
I see a head without eyes
Three noses in a row
A huge mouth with sharp teeth that seem to grow
It opens its mouth and I can see a head in its throat
I  sees it's a baby
It cries
The face surges forward
It spits out the baby at me
The window breaks
I fall off the ladder
I catch the baby and it mutters "pappa"
I scream in the gutter
I am holding the baby and it screams "Daddy save me"
The awful figure from the window  exits the building in the gloom
It looks like a voodoo doll
It has knives in it, an axe in its neck, bruises from hundreds of beatings and burn marks on its legs
It screams "I am a dolly made from child neglect"
I see it at the top of the ladder and it starts to descend
I cannot move as I have broken legs
I pray for the trauma to end.

I wake up a day later safely tucked up in bed
It must have been a nightmare
I open the blinds and the face is there
Ten stories up and floating in the air
The doll opens its mouth and the baby appears
"One more month daddy and I will be there"
I shouted " I promise I'll be a good dad and I'll always care "
Suddenly the pair disappeared.
The horror of fatherhood is nearly here!
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