Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 3

Hayden's Point Of View

Back in my cell, I was lying on my bed and stared at the ceiling, the ole, ugly grey ceiling.
I imagined how it would be if I was released. The moment I was released, they would inform my girl and she would pick me up. I would kiss her and feel her again.

My pupils widened in lust.

Every fibre of my body craved her.

How we would go back to her home, shutting her mum out, which would be furious and just do what we pleased, what I pleased and desired.

A place like this, makes you mad. I have never imagined anything about any girl until they dragged me into that hell hole.

I sighed as I kept imagining the moment she would see me again, how she would look at me wide-eyed, because of my change. I have a couple more tattoos all over my body and I have also trained a bit, so that I looked more muscular, more intimidating, that I knew I had to look like, because people here ate you alive if you didn't.

But how did she look? Has she grown a bit? Has she taken or lost weight? Has she still those brown waves? I tried to imagine her in every way possible, but it was hard, because three years made me almost forget her face. Three years, she was nineteen now, soon to be twenty. Wow.

I had missed her 18th birthday, and if I won't hurry up and get out of here, I'll be sure to miss her 20th .

But, I'm sure she'll be happy to see me again.

I drifted off to sleep with a wicked smile on my face, she being the only thing apparent on my mind.

Leah's Point Of View

While I had prepared the dinner fully, Zahir put Jaymi to bed. After not even 5 minutes, don't ask me how he did that, he came downstairs again and sat down beside me on the couch.

We ate in silence, starring at the television, as the reporter was telling something about the Trentmont jail, one not too far away.

"Where's Em?" He asked out of the blue, as he took another full fork.

"Oh, uh.. She went out with her friends." I said nervously, knowing that he would freak out.

"She what? Do you know how late it is?" He exclaimed, placing, more like smashing his dish onto the coffee table.

"Oh c'mon she's seventeen let her live a bit." I argued.

"She's a girl! She could get raped with no defence." He bit back, shaking his head with rage.

"I told you she was with friends and she has a pepper spray with her!" I spat.

"When you were seventeen you also didn't go out this late!" He said.

"Well I didn't have the friends to, I would have loved to, but I only had real two friends." I said, feeling pity for myself, but something caught my attention.

"That is no fuck-"

"Hold on." I said, placing my dish on the coffee table as I turned the television louder and rewound 30 seconds.

"And this is what he said: 'apparently being together with a girl is a crime, I didn't know that it is.'" The moderator spoke as Zahir watched in confusion, because there was a reportage about Justin Bieber.

"Don't tell me you-"

"SHHHT!" I shushed him quiet.

"The local police department has informed us, that there was a mistake been made. They have imprisoned an apparently innocent victim, Hayden E. The twenty-two years old has been released immediately after being imprisoned for three years and a few months. And now to the weather ho-" I turned the volume down, my eyes widened.

"Hayden's free." I whispered.

I knew something was bound to happen.

SHIT.