Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 15

Leah's Point Of View

I was trapped in a room all alone, but that wasn't what scared me, I feared something unknown that I knew was coming up, also, I was scared for my son. I did not know what Hayden did to him, what he was about to do to him or anything in the matter of that. I knew nothing, in fact I wasn't even sure if he was in this house. It wasn't that I couldn't handle myself, just because of my thoughts, it was the paranoia that was driving me crazy. What if Hayden would intentionally hurt him? I knew very well what Hayden was capable of, but then again, I doubted he could hurt an innocent child. And other than that, Hayden had never experienced how to take care of a child, or a baby for that matter. Jaymi needed his mum.

"Hayden LET ME OUT!" I screamed, not being able to bear that he left me in the dark with his plan. I mean, if he had told me what was going to happen, or why I was here, other than forcing me to love him(without any explanation) I could prepare myself mentally.

I sat down on the bed, my eyes threatening to brim over, but something held them back from doing so. I looked around in the room, noticing a baby bed, a table to change diapers, with things on it, in fact everything I needed for Jaymi. My gaze stayed long at every single detail, as I realized something.

This was not just some random room he threw me in, this room was created for me, which meant only one thing; I wasn't going home any time soon.

Hayden's Point Of View

Noah, Medha and I were watching TV downstairs, I was trying to cool myself off and to ignore the fact that I was putting my doll through mental pain, but it didn't really help, I was constantly thinking about her which tempted me to go upstairs and just hold her. But I knew, after everything I had done, the last thing she wanted was to hug me, she probably hated me now just as much as she hated Steve, if not more.

I sighed as I tried to focus my gaze on the TV and my thoughts, but it wasn't easy too, because Medha and Noah were really pissing me off. He'd tell her she was beautiful and kiss her cheek, she'd giggle and shake her head followed by a Noah who kisses her, saying that it was true, followed by a mutual 'I love you'.

That should be Leah and I, we should be here talking about the future, about how beautiful she was, about how we-

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud bang upstairs, but I just decided to ignore it, taking it as Leah's try to escape.

Not three seconds after a cry followed, but not Leah's cry, so I ignored it again, focusing on the TV.

The cry started to get louder and louder, until I realized what it was; the baby had fallen off the bed.

I jolted upstairs, into my room as I saw it already walking around crying, a bloody wound on its forehead.

"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck." I said to myself, as I picked him up, trying to find his silencer. It didn't work as I put it into his mouth, so I started to sway him, but that didn't help either, so I began to panic, thinking that he may have a conclusion.

"MEDHA!" I yelled, trying to get him to calm down, so I could at least look at the wound, but his squirming made it impossible.

Suddenly I had an idea; maybe I had to talk to him.

"Uh.. Dude, stop that crying.." I began awkwardly, feeling stupid to talk to something that couldn't reply.

As he still didn't stop to cry I screamed for Medha again, wanting her to come upstairs now, and she did, followed by Noah.

"What's happened?" She asked me as I still swayed the baby in my arms.

"I-- I don't know he-- he fell from the bed and he won't stop crying and I need you to check if he's okay." I stuttered, not easy with the situation of caring for something or someone else than Leah.

"But wh-"

"CHECK IF HE'S OKAY YOU'RE STUDYING MEDICIN AREN'T YOU?!" I shouted as she nodded, picking the screaming baby up, but it started to squirm again, making it impossible to even look at te wound.

"I- he needs to calm down first." She said.

"What do you think I have been doing all the time?!" I snapped.

"Bring him to Leah." She said.

"No!" I growled.

"But-"

"I SAID NO."

"THEN FUCKING DEAL WITH THE KID YOURSELF." She screamed back and I was taken aback a bit, but decided that it was better to not do anything now, considering that he could possibly die or not be able to do something really important for the rest of his life.

I took him downstairs and walked to the fridge that had an already prepared nursing bottle inside and stuffed it into his mouth, but after nibbling a few times, he started to cry again as I wondered what was wrong with the milk, but then realized that it was cold, way too cold, babies drink warm milk. I opened the microwave and put the bottle inside for 20 seconds, trying again to feed him, this time it worked. He shut up as I held him awkwardly in my arms, trying to give him the milk as I walked back upstairs, placing him onto my bed.

Medha and Noah watched me as I took the bottle out of his mouth, causing him to cry again.

"Why does he cry now?!" I panicked, getting him back up again and looking if I placed him on something sharp or hurtful for that matter.

"Dude, he wants the bottle." Noah said as I mentally face-palmed myself, of course he wanted the bottle, that's why he started to cry.

I nodded and lay him back onto my bed, placing the bottle gently in front of his mouth as he pulled it closer, with his own hands and started to nibble on it.

"Medha, can you look if he needs to be taken to the hospital?"

"He surely doesn't, Hayden, he just fell off a bed." She said calmly.

"He's got a fucking bloody wound there on his head, he could have a concussion for all I know, or inner bleeding, he could die within the matter of hours! That bed is fucking high." I snapped.

I don't know what came over me, but I was so worried, it was driving me crazy.

"You know what, I'll take him to the hospital rightnow- I-- I really need to know if he's o-" I rambled.

"Hayden HE'S OKAY!" Noah shouted, which caused the baby to cry again.

"What is it, is he hurt?" I asked as Medha was examinating him.

"Hayden, he's scared, that's mostly why he cried, if a baby is scared, you have to comfort it." She told me wisely, as I nodded.

"How?" I asked, being a complete loss in such situations.

"You just take him in your arms and tell him everything's okay and stuff."

I'm not going to fucking talk to him, there's no point.

I nodded again as they left the room, the baby crying again. Shakily I took him into my arms as I sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall behind me. I was swaying him a little, giving him the nursing bottle, so he stopped crying and relaxed a bit. I sighed in relief as I looked down to him.

A quarter passed and he was sound asleep in my arms, his lips slightly parted as I examined every inch of his face. He had a small nose, eyes just like her(the shape), brown, fluffy hair, his lips thin, but full at the same time, but certainly not looking like hers.

His father's lips, must it be.

The thought only aggravated me again. Zahir was a fucking asshole for doing that to me and also Leah must have never loved me, because if she did, the way I loved her, she'd still be with me.

I shook the thoughts off as I looked down to the baby again, my mind telling me something I didn't want to admit.

"You're a very beautiful child, kid." I whispered.

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