My Son almost did not make it

Mine and my son's story. <br><br>So the year was 2008, I had just had my son and was living with my mother. <br><br>My son was just a month old, and my mother had invited her best friend over.<br><br>Her friend had a son, and lets just call him "James". <br><br>James was a few years older than me, and had always acted off to me. <br><br>Now that I was older, and looking back I would considered weird.<br><br>So her friend had asked me if James can come over to visit. Even though I ask my mother not to bring him over, she said no. It was her home, and she could invite whoever she wanted over.<br><br>I was on edge, and was scared. I had just had a month old baby, and I ask her to make sure to supervise when he was over.<br><br>So they come over, and I'm in my room. I hear the door open, and shut. I peek out the door, and I see James. He asks me to come out, so we can talk.<br><br>I did. Now I will not lie, I was a teen, and I ask him if he wanted to watch a movie or something with me. We had just sat down on the couch next to each other, and started to watch the movie. <br><br>When I looked over he was staring at me. But not me, but my son. <br><br>He was sitting right next to me with this creepy smile on his face. <br><br>I ask him what was wrong, and he quickly said nothing. <br><br>Now I want to add, everyone in my family knew James was acting off. <br><br>He would often do things he shouldn't do when no one was looking. And I'm sure you can guess what I'm talking about.<br><br>I look over at my son, and his eyes are closed. I thought to myself that he was sleeping.<br><br>But when I looked back over at James, and he had his hand hovering over my sons face.<br><br>I yelled at him, and jumped up with my son. I was so scared.<br><br>I told him to get out, and I ran into my room. I didn't come out until my mother and her friend had left.<br><br>James had left, and when my mother got home I told her what had happened. She didn't care. I was so scared, and I told her I was moving out.<br><br>I couldn't stay there knowing she didn't care that her grandchild could have been hurt.<br><br>I moved out, and never seen James again.<br><br>So James, if you ever see this. Let's not meet again.