F.N.A.F. | In the Flesh | A.U. | "We Need To Talk About Jackson" | Part 8

Disclaimer:

I don't have anything against women with breakouts & dark spots, it's just that Matt is superficial and kind of narcissistic and I tried to keep true to that a bit. I don't believe in the same things he does about this, he's supposed to have some personality flaws. I don't believe all women have to look idealized, but this is what he likes. I'm not trying to push beauty standards on anyone. It's just a fictional retelling of "In The Flesh," that's it.

Let's Begin:

To clarify, I never slept with Samantha. I didn’t find her attractive. Honestly, I thought she was kind of average or plain.

I wasn’t interested in... How she looked... she had breakouts, common, plain facial features, dark spots—stuff I just didn’t find appealing.

I was more drawn to made-up or idealized versions of women, not Samantha.

So I get home, and Jason’s like, “Uh… I don’t know if this is true, because Jackson told me she wanted my girlfriend. He admitted what he was doing to you, so I thought there might be a little bitterness there. I didn’t fully believe him, though, because you’re my friend. And I didn’t see you do anything with Jackson’s wife.”

The plan Jackson came up with was insane, convoluted. Jason said, “We’ve got to lock our doors. I’m probably going to take the baby—if it’s tied to infidelity, he might think the baby’s in danger. We should plan, maybe temporarily take the baby until he can get himself straight. A crying six-month-old isn’t good for his mental health.”

I’ve never felt that kind of anxiety in my life. I have the money to get my own place, but I really liked that house. And how is Jackson going to react if someone actually tries to take his baby? He’s exactly the type to fight for that, and he’s not going to like it.

I was also scared Jason would try to force me out. Both of our names were on the lease, and I didn’t want any drama—so yeah, my previous actions were incredibly stupid in hindsight.

We went to the doctor, and I got tested. I don’t have any virus, nothing. I’m not sick. So I’m really confused about what’s going on. About a week later, I decided to have a beer. Around that time, Jason was preparing to buy baby stuff—cribs, things like that—and of course I was helping finance it, because I genuinely thought Jackson was unsafe around the child.

While I was drinking, I got a headache. There was this hard knot pressing against my scalp. It was intense—really, really painful. I was still upset about my divorce, thinking about the betrayal from Jackson, the stress surrounding his kid, the death of Samantha, and my own marriage falling apart. I just… I cried a lot. That period really messed me up.

To be continued...