Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 1

"Evans, someone's here to see you." My guardian told me, opening my dull, old cell.

I stood up, my back aching as usual from the lack of comforting mattresses or chairs and made my way over to him, cautiously keeping my distance.

"Who?" I asked raspy, I had not talked with anyone for days, weeks, months or even years. My eyes were sparkling at the mentioning of someone visiting me. I had not had contact with a human being outside this hell hole in over two years, guardians who were new did not count. Silently, I hoped he'd say her name, telling me that she finally had decided to come and visit me. If she were here, I'd finally get to kiss her again, feel the plump lips of an angel against mine again. Only just the thought of it could arouse me, so I pushed the thought away as much as I didn't want to, because I knew she wouldn't come, not after I was taken away from her and left her. She probably waited for me outside this cage to come back to her and I knew that one day I would.

"Some guy called Tony Henderson." He shrugged, putting me my cuffs on, so he could lead me to the room.

My imagination of kissing her, seeing her face or touching her was now ruined.

"I don't know a Tony Henderson." I snapped, giving my guardian a glare.

"He's a lawyer." He responded bluntly, I huffed as I flipped my hair.

I didn't respond, but inside I was more than only just confused.

Who the fuck would send a lawyer to help me out and why suddenly now, now that I had been stuck here with those filthy idiots for this long?

Harris, my guardian pushed me forward, silently gesturing me to walk into the room, in that my supposed lawyer was sitting.

I huffed, at his hands on my back, swearing that the day I came out, I would tear them off and feed them to him. I hated being touched.

He closed the room behind him, sitting down on an orange chair in the right corner.

I eyed the room, remembering the last time I was in here.

* * * *

"Is she okay?" I asked, desperate to find something out about the girl I was nearly obsessed with.

"She's fine. Zahir's taking care of her." Luke said to me as my eyes widened. What?

"That dick? How dare he to even tou-" I growled.

"Not physically, mate."

I would never admit it, but it gave me relief, to know she had not given up on me yet.

There was a silence engulfing us soon. I was exhausted, I had not slept one night through since I had been imprisoned here, I could not, knowing that she was out there and her life was probably going down the hill.

"You know why I'm here." He finally said, changing the topic.

He was here to talk about the cave, the money and the business.

"Don't worry, when I come out, we're going to start it again."

"That's the thing, they have everything, they know about it." He said ruffling his hair.

I sighed, copying his gesture as I sat back, my orange overall making a weird noise.

"Why are you here then? If they have everything, then why are you still sticking around? Get over it and make babies with Ella or something." I spat.

"You know I'm your friend." He said.

"Bullshit, I have no friends, I don't even have a girlfriend that sticks around or is willing enough to even show up or leave a message, now why should you?" I asked, the pain in my chest hurting me more than ever. I had been in jail for a year now and still, she had not come to visit me once. Not once.

And the worst of it all, I craved her, I craved her in every way, her laugh, her smile, her giggles when she knew she said something stupid, her brown hair, her tiny hands that were so damn soft, her short legs that added up to her cuteness, her curves, her body, her kisses, her lips. Name something about her and I missed it. Everything, I missed her so much, I couldn't even explain the craving I felt for her, it was more urgent than breathing to me.

I groaned lightly, even the thought of her could me arouse in this moment, I was desperate to say at least.

"She'll come around and now back to it, when are you out?"

"Probably in ten, if he behaves." My guardian replied.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I make sure that you will never be able to use it again." I said harshly as he rolled his eyes and muttered: "eleven."

"Hayden, I know you're hurt, but don't let-"

"I'm not hurt, she can go around and fuck every guy living for all I care." I spat, knowing that it wasn't true. If any guy only so much as lied a finger onto her, I would snap his neck without a second thought. I didn't want her to find someone better than me, although everyone out there was better than me, but I didn't want her to see that. She was mine, my angel, my property.

* * * *

I sat down opposite the man and eyed him suspiciously.

He was wearing a black suit together with a white button-up shirt and a purple tie.

God damn.

"Hello Mr. Evans, I'm Tony Henderson, your lawyer." He said, holding out his hand, but I refused to take it. I didn't touch people as long as they didn't touch me and I surely didn't do handshakes.

"You're three years late." I barked at him, crossing my arms, showing him my dominance.

He ignored my rude comment, making me even more angry about the whole situation as he looked over to Harris.

"Would you please leave me and my client alone?" He said as Harris nodded, telling him how it was his own risk of being alone with a criminal.

Of course I'd kill my only chance to get out of this hell hole just for the fun of it.

When the door shut I looked again into his snobby face, memorizing every feature, just in case I needed to find this guy again. That was what I did with everyone that talked to me ever since I was in The Union, a habit I guessed.

"I am not your client, nor have I hired you, so the fuck are you doing here?" I spat.

He cleared his throat opening a file with my name on it, ignoring my harsh words again.

"I was hired to work for you. To bail you out of here." He stated.

"Who hired you?" I asked.

"That is not a relevant matter, Mr. Evans." He told me.

"I said: Who hired you." I spat now.

"I was told not to give this information to anyone, especially not to you." He said as I rolled my eyes.

Who the fuck would want to bail me out, no one cared about me.

Not even she did.