Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

20- Trophy Father Trophy Daughter

            “Peyton?” I called out, searching my tiny apartment for him. He was probably hiding, but this time he won’t scare me. I got terrified last time and nearly ran out of the apartment screaming bloody murder. He still teases me for it.

            “Boo!” A voice yelled. I jump slightly and a small scream escaped my mouth. I heard the same voice chuckle and I growled under my breath. I turned to face a very amused Peyton.

            “Hey there.” He smirked mischievously. I narrowed my eyes and he laughed harder.

I scowled and attacked him to the ground. “Baby, I like it hard.” He winked and attempted to make his big blue puppy dog eyes into seductive ones.

“Pervert.” I stuck out my tongue and rolled off him, sitting up. He sat up with me and I looked him in the eye, biting my lip nervously.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows together both worriedly and confusedly.

“I-I…” I stuttered. I paused and took a deep breath, playing with my hands nervously. “I want to see my dad in the prison tomorrow. I want to t-talk to him… And I was wondering if y-you would come with me?”

Peyton looked taken aback. I sighed, knowing it was a stupid idea to ask him. Of course he wouldn’t want to come with you to talk to your asshole father. I scolded myself, in a ‘duh!’ tone. “Yes.” He said softly.

“What?” I questioned, now as surprised as he was when I asked him to come.

“Yes, I’ll come with you.” He smiled slightly, taking my hand. I grinned widely and tackled him in a hug. He laughed and I sat on his lap, facing him. He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine.

“I love you, Peyton Knight.” I grinned. “I love you more than you will ever know, forever and always.”

“I love you too, Alexandria Ella Parker. Forever and always.” He returned my smile and stood up, helping me up too.

We sat on the couch, eating ice cream and watching Spongebob until we both passed out from exhaustion.

            I woke up with Peyton’s arm wrapped around me protectively. I smiled and turned to face him, seeing his eyes shut. I slowly squirmed out of his grip, trying not to wake him. But I failed. His blue eyes fluttered open and looked into mine.

            “Hey sleeping beauty.” I smirked, kissing his lips softly. He grinned and stood up.

            “You ready to visit your dad?” He questioned, pulling me closer to him by my waist.

            “Um… I-I” I stuttered, suddenly nervous about facing my dad again after a year of not seeing his horrible face.

            “Alex.” Peyton scolded. I sighed. “You’re the one who wanted to see him yesterday, you’re going to have to see him sooner or later. And the sooner the better.”

            I bit my lip and hung my head in defeat. “I’m gonna go get ready.” I sighed. He nodded, searching for some clean clothes he possibly left here.

            I walked in the bathroom and gasped a shaky breath. Why was I so nervous? It’s not like he can hurt me, there will be cops all over and Peyton right next to me.

            I showered and put on fresh clothes. After one last breath I stepped out of my apartment, gripping Peyton’s hand.

            “Ready?” He questioned, clearly concerned about me. I nodded even though I felt like I would vomit at any second. He kissed my temple and started driving.

            The ride was silent except the radio, which played Trophy Father Trophy Son by Sleeping With Sirens. How ironic for the situation I’m in…

            Peyton pulled into the visitor parking lot, and I felt even worse. My heartbeat sped up dramatically but I just ignored it, I was probably just extremely upset and nervous about facing my father.

            I got out of the car and looked up at the gloomy prison. I breathed faster and Peyton squeezed my hand reassuringly. He put his hand on my lower back and led me towards the prison.

We walked in the prison and I spaced out while Peyton talked to the worker in the visitor area. We were both led to a room covered by metal tables. You would sit across from the prisoner and talk. I would’ve been happier if we had a glass window in between us but whatever…

Peyton and I sat at the table and shortly after we saw my dad being escorted to the table by two guards. Some of the prisoners in the room glared, along with some guards. I guess he’s not very liked here.

He smirked when he saw me and I tensed up. Peyton wrapped an arm around my waist in an attempt to calm me down. It semi-worked.

“Alexandria.” He greeted coolly. He averted his attention to Peyton. “Boy she sleeps with.” He chuckled at his sentence.

Peyton narrowed his eyes and he started to raise his fist. I squeezed his arm and pulled his fist down, trying to tell him to not do something he’ll regret. He seemed to get the message for he sat down, tightening his grip.

The feeling of sickness rushed over me again and my breathing rate increased rapidly. I felt like my heart was going to bounce out of my chest any minute.

I caught bits of Peyton and my father’s conversations. It mostly included my father insulting Peyton and I and Peyton defending me.

“What’s wrong with her?” My dad asked, bored. Peyton looked over at my and all the anger in his facial expression was replaced my concern.

“Alex? What’s wrong? Alex, answer me.” Peyton half-yelled the end. The guards were looking at us now.

I need to get out of here. I thought to myself frantically. I saw black dots appear in front of my face.

Everything around me was blurry. I could only here muffled yells. Peyton was calling my name, I think. Some guards were asking me what was wrong and were telling me to calm down. But I couldn’t, I felt trapped. Everyone’s eyes were on me. All the prisoners, including my father, were escorted out. And all the visitors left too.

I wanted to yell at everyone to not look at me. But before I could open my mouth, darkness consumed my sight and my body fell limp to the ground.

Authors Note: Sorry about the short chapter! There will only be 4 chapters and an epilogue after this L. I’m not sure how long I will make them yet… The epilogue will be short though. Okay, I’ll update soon! Adios!