Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 19

Leah's Point Of View

What the hell was he doing?

"Hayden!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the wooden door.

"Hayden, you can't do this!" I screamed, but he didn't hear me, nor did I hear Jaymi.

Why did he take my-- our son away from me again? What was he going to do ?

Lately, pretty much since I had been locked up in this room, I felt that he was going insane.

Sometimes, I heard him talk to himself, shout or even cry, when I knew he thought we were asleep.

It made me actually feel really sorry for him and I always asked myself how I could help him.

The only answer was to get back together with him and 'mend' him with that love, because I was really certain he would.

All he needed was confirmation and acceptance, that of course was weird to give him. Since everything that happened, but still, I was willing to give love to him, in order to get him back to his old self, regardless of what I really felt.

It wasn't that I didn't love him, because I most certainly did, it was just the fact that he had gone insane over me, kidnapping me and locking me into a room with everything that I had ever mentioned to like or to love, which showed me how much of an obsessed psychopath he was, but also how much he cared.

I would hug him, by no means, I would also talk with him and help him to let everything out, if he had only let me.

But, now instead of thinking about what could have been if I had visited him and not listened to Zahir or about what he felt for me, I was scared.

Scared for my son and what Hayden was about to do, because he just left the house with him, leaving me no chance of even asking what he was about to do.

Hayden's Point Of View

I finally reached my destination, taking a large breath, hoping my plan would work.

I finally decided to just do it and then forget about the kid forever so Leah and I could just live on with our lives and eventually get a kid like this one that was related to me.

I walked around the car and took him out of the chair, setting him onto the ground.

He sat down, looking up to me in confusion.

"Stand up." I said, but he continued to watch me.

"Kid, stand up." I said dumbfounded, realizing he wasn't obeying. Why the fuck not? Everyone obeys me.

"C'mon kid, I don't have all day." I continued as he giggled and held my leg.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I almost screamed as I flinched away.

I hated to be touched by anyone.

But Leah.

He looked up to me again, his fists balled, somewhat scared as I sighed.

He started to pout his bottom lip out, his eyes watering and soon enough he started to cry, leaving me with another problem to solve. How the hell was I going to make him shut up?!

He tore on my jeans again, making me flinch, but I decided against shouting at him, because he'd cry only more, so I did what I remembered Zahir do with Emily when she was scared, he would always put his arms around her and sway her back and fort.

So I pulled him up into my arms, swaying him back and fort as he put himself, his silencer into his mouth.

Soon enough, he shut up, making me sigh in relief as I shut the car door and went for my destination, him still on my arm.

As I rung the bell of the house, He lowered his head to rest it on my shoulder, facing me.

"What?" I asked as he stared at me with his brown-somewhat greenish eyes.

He continued to suck on his silencer, leaving my questions unanswered once again.

"Oh hello- who are you?" A girl, in about her early twenties asked as she opened the door.

"I'm Hayden." I replied, she smiled and held out her hand but I shook my head.

I don't do hand shakes.

She nodded, inviting me inside as I looked around, quite surprised with the decoration.

"I'll go call him." She said and smiled, as she left the room.

"Hayden!" Luke shouted when he entered the living room, which caused the baby to flinch slightly, doing the sound that he would do when he was about to cry.

"Shhh, shhh." I whispered, swaying him slowly again.

Luke smiled at me in satisfaction.

"You're coping really well with all." He said as I narrowed my eyes.

"Coping with what?"

"Well, you know, with being father, didn't think you'd accept it, to be honest."

What?

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