Ethan's POV
"Mum please don't start" I sigh as my dad holds my mums hand as the tears flow down her cheeks as her loud voice echoes through the visiting hall.
"NO ETHAN! HOW COULD YOU! CAN'T YOU SEE SHE LOVES YOU AND YOU JUST IGNORE HER. YOU DON'T BOTHER TO CALL HER AND YOU TOLD THE GUARDS SHE ISN'T FAMILY SO SHE CAN'T COME VISIT??!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" By now the whole room was silent as everyone looked at us including the guards who were eyeing our table.
"Mum please keep your voice down" I sighed as I dragged my hands down my face wiping away tears that finally spilled. "I can't do it. It's too h-hard" I started to stutter as the tears flowed and my steady breathing was replace by me hyperventilating.
A nurse was sent in with my asthma inhaler in a bag with big letters spelling "ETHAN DOLAN" Once my breathing steadied my mother stopped and looked at my brother sitting beside me. "I know, i'm sorry. Grayson told me..... I shouldn't have done that." She sighed as my father wrapped his arm around her shoulder allowing her to lean against him.
My eyes stayed glued to the dirty table in front of me while my brother looked around the room at the other teenagers and their families. My mum and dad found comfort in each others arms.
Apart from the other inmates and their families it was silent. The silence was defending.
I looked to the side of me to see an inmate with a girl "I love you babe" those four words alone made me picture me sitting at the empty table furthest away while I held her in my arms as I trailed kisses down her neck while the guards payed no attention letting an inmate touch a visitor. But the image soon disappeared as Paul one of Jackson's 'friends' sat down at that very table with someone who looked to be his brother or maybe his partner in crime.
"H-how is she doing?" I asked choking on my own words.
"She's doing ok" my mum whispers as my dad and brother shift in their seats. "What? what is happening with her, what do you mean 'ok'?" I asked franticly as a guard approaches with a blue slip of paper. I sigh as he hands it to me. The exact same time everyday.
"I'm sorry I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. Ethan is scheduled to talk to his therapist now." The guard gave my family a small smile as he waited for me to say my goodbyes.
I gave them all a hug and a kiss on the cheek as the guard waited silently. "Please answer my questions! please!" I plead as they walk away mumbling "I love you" s.
I sigh as I start walking towards the door. "Im sure Ashtyn is fine" Kyle says as he escorts me down the halls using his security badge to open doors until we got to one of the therapy rooms. "I hope so, thank you Kyle" he gives me a small smile as the therapist opens the door greeting me and signalling him to wait outside.
Kyle is my personal officer, I spent so much time with him and the fifteen days before I came here that he knows exactly what happened and he doesn't judge me for it. He escorts me to therapy, the visitors hall and any other place I am required to go such as she cafeteria but my row of cells are escorted by him along with five other guards in a big group to make it easier and the process quicker.
Therapy sucks, the therapist; Mike makes me talk about how I feel here and why I'm here. He has my file he knows why I'm here he just wants me to tell him from my point of view.
Its all shit to me, its not like it will help get me out of here any quicker.
It won't make it easier to talk or to see her.
It won't let me know exactly how she is doing or how she is feeling.
It won't let me know if she still loves me.
A/N
I feel like this shit..
Yes or no??
