Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 16

Leah's Point Of View

I started to panic as soon as I heard my son cry like a lunatic.

What did Hayden do to him?

I started to try and unlock the door, just how Zahir taught me it, just in case I'd ever be locked up somewhere. I looked in the room for some things to make my hair, not even surprised, I saw the slides neatly placed in a box, jut beside everything else that I could be needing, such as shampoo, tampons, face masks and all that. Even though it made me wonder why Hayden owned such things, or why he would be into each detail of this room, I couldn't think straight about it, because I heard Hayden yell through the whole house, his voice mixed with an emotion that I couldn't figure out. He shouted: "Medha!" And then Jaymi began to cry louder and I quickly kneeled down, trying to break the lock with the slide I had in my hand but it didn't seem to work.
I fliched when I heard Hayden scream again, louder this time, the exact same name: "Medha!"

Quick after that, I heard footsteps running up the stairs and then discussing, then the next thing I heard was Hayden shouting something about Medicin, but I couldn't quite make it out, but it certainly made me worry even more. I concentrated myself on the lock again, wanting to finally get it open, but I wasn't any good at this, I blamed the action movies.

I heard another male voice scream, but I couldn't make out who it was.

My eyes started to brim over as I banged my hands against the door, whispering to myself that I needed to get out, but of course I couldn't. I was trapped and Hayden was probably killing my son rightnow. Suddenly the crying stopped, and just like that, my heartbeat did too.

What did Hayden do? Did he?

If Hayden only had touched one single hair of his, I was going to stab him with the round side of a spoon and make him suffer.

Hayden's Point Of View

I lied him down beside me, as I put my arm around him, hating him, but liking him at the same time. He was so damn difficult to deal with. Why do babies cry?

Can't they just tell specifiably what they want?

Hayden, you're talking about something that is not able to speak, I reminded myself.

When it came to babies or kids in general, I knew nothing. All my knowledge had been replaced by knowledge of guns and how to blow up places. I did never think that I'd ever have to put any 'skills' into use, because I never thought I'd end up being a father or having a girlfriend with a child, or in our case, having kidnapped a girl and locked her into a room, while the baby falls off a fucking bed.

As much as I wanted to deny it, I liked him, because he reminded me of her, he had the same eyes and the same hair colour.

The door of my room went open again as I glanced up, seeing her standing there.

"Is he okay?!" She whisper-yelled, rushing over to him as jealousy was starting to kick in.

It's just a kid, Hayden..

Although, it's from Zahir.

Instantly I felt myself getting angry as I stood up and blocked her way before she could examine him any further.

"No. You're not allowed to see him."

"The fuck Hayden, it's my son we're talking about, so fucking move out of the way, before I call the police." She threatened.

"You wouldn't."

"You know I would." She snapped.

"No, you wouldn't. Guilt would eat you alive, knowing that you ruined someone's whole life, I can see it's already eating you now, isn't it?" I challenged as I walked over to her, my desire for her increasing.

"Get the fuck off Hayden."

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