Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 18

Hayden's Point Of View

She had been locked into this room for 3 days now, not even calling my name, not needing anything.

It was driving me crazy.

I couldn't comprehend anything anymore. I was lost, without a clock, I wouldn't even know what time it was, what day it was or how long I had been laying on this bed, shaking.

It was driving me crazy for one reason, she didn't want me back, nor did she beg me to let her out, what I had expected her to do. Instead she and the baby played games, watched TV and did everything without a single ounce of worry.

HOW?!

I was freaking out and they just enjoyed their break from work and babysitter? She should have been craving me, the way I craved her.

Shakily, I made may way to her room once again, peeking through the lock.

There she was, beautifully lying on the bed, the baby wrapped in her arms as she slept peacefully.

I knew the reason she was happy, it was that a part of Zahir was with her, that kid and it made me unbelievably sick.

Without another thought, I threw the door open, walking towards them. She jumped and pulled the kid closer.

"Hayden.." She said sleepily, rubbing her eyes. I just grabbed the damn child and went for the door, before she could even get what was happening.

"Hayden wha- NO! Please, Hayden!" She yelled as I shot the door closed with a loud bang.

I looked down to the kid, immediately imagines of her and Zahir flashing through my mind.

"No." I whispered.

I had to get rid of it.

And I knew how.

The kid looked at me, obviously confused about my presence, but it didn't seem to bother him. He didn't know what I was about to do, nor did he seem to care, as long as he got the things he needed.

Men, they already grow up just fulfilling their needs. Only fucking sick bastards that take what they need, not caring if they hurt anyone or anything precious, such as Leah.

I was one of them.

I hurt her, I was going to hurt her even more and let her hurt for life. All that pain that she felt was just because she wasn't giving herself fully to me, if she was, she'd never been hurting one second, because I would have given her the world.

The chubby meat ball continued to stare at me as I walked downstairs and struggled to get my car keys with him in my arms. And yes, I dropped them of course.

I made my way to my car and sat him into the baby chair that was supposed to prevent him from any injuries in case of an accident, or at least that's what I have been told in that shop.

I fixed him in it, so that the belt went around his corpse, just as shown on the image on the side of the plastic stool.

I shut the door and walked around to my seat, sinking down in it.

Could I really do this to her? She'd be hurt, she'd even cry.

I shook my guilt off and drove down the street, directly to my destination.

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ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTIONS:

I was asked what I think Steve looks like. So, I'd say a guy about 6 feet or 1.85 m tall, muscles, uh about 29 (yeah i know) brown hair, brown, dull eyes, uhh pale skin, like just an everyday adult idk.