Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 6

Hayden's Point Of View

I parked my car beside what I recognized to be Leah's car, not a really nice one, I had to admit that.
I closed the door and walked up to her house, my mind nearly exploding when I remarked that the lights were on, signalising me that she was at home.

I took a deep breath, telling myself to calm down and not to overreact when I would see her. It took quite some time until I realised that no one was walking towards the door, so I listened quietly. I heard a baby's cry, coming from near as I continued to listen if there were any footsteps in the house.

Not a single one.

I rang the bells again.

The child's cry became even louder, which made me look around, it sounded much too near for being in a neighbour's house.

"WILL YOU BE QUIET?!" I heard an all too familiar voice shout.

Zahir.

I looked around, my gaze resting on the dark, ole car.

I could see him at the steering wheel. Almost immediately the engine shot up, the car backing off as I ran over to it, knocking on the window, almost breaking it.

"Where's she?" I yelled. He just locked the doors and shook his head.

I was mad and about to break the glass, but something caught my eye. There was someone else in the car, sitting in the back.

It was a girl, I could see a silhouette, holding something in her arms.

Leah.

"I fucking want to see my girl, now open up before I kill you." I barked, but he continued driving backwards.

"She's not your girl anymore, so I suggest you fuck off." Zahir yelled at me, driving down the street.

What did he mean by saying that? The way he said it sounded more like he took my girl, that she was now his. Well, fucking newsflash Michel, property is property and what he took is my property. No one takes my girl.

No one.

She is and will forever be mine.

I watched the car until it disappeared, knowing that it was too late to follow it.

Wow. She left me fucking standing in front of her house, together with no place to stay the night?

That's how she thanks me for saving her ass so many times?

I ruffled my hair, trying to stay calm and find a solution, and I did. My first instinct was to go to the house and break the lock, so I could sleep there, in her bed and wait until she'd come back.

So I made my way up to the house, but to my advantage, the door was not even locked.

They must have left in a hurry.

I walked inside, admiring the house silently. It was big and nice decorated simple plain white.

I sighed, standing there on their porch as I observed their house.

I entered, seeing a passage which brought me to a living room so I walked into it. There was a couch, a table, a coffee table, a TV and other unnecessary things. My eyes rested on the coffee table as I saw a phone beside some half eaten pasta dishes.

My stomach churned.

I had not eaten properly since three years. Deciding, to at least get some food, I walked into what I guessed was the kitchen and took myself the rest of their pasta. It was still warm.