Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 32

it is going to be

chaos loving me.

you know that?

i am in love with my solitude

and i demand i have it.

otherwise, i become an asshole.

and there is nothing more awful to me

than becoming an asshole in

your presence.

i think people these days stray away

from the truth far too often.

people in love think they must

share every waking moment together.

that is the formula? Right?

at least that is what we are told.

but who is doing the telling?

we have to stop listening to

people who do not give a shit

about our souls.

i believe so much in the power

of being alone not because anyone

has told me of its power but

because i feel things so deeply

when i am myself.

-Christopher Poindexter

I woke slowly up, warmth immediately engulfing me. As I looked to my side I saw him snoring lightly beside me, which caused me to smile. He looked so much like an angel when he slept, the only state where his hard façade dropped and the little confused boy in him would show. I could stare forever at him sleeping, but unfortunately I had a kitten's bladder so I had to pee, really badly. I slowly stood up, making sure not to wake him, even if he stirred. I tiptoed out of the room, deciding to take my clothes with me, so I could change in the process, because I had to go home soon, back to Jaymi and Zahir. Zahir had a life, too, and a girlfriend, he couldn't keep watching Jaymi all the time when I wasn't around, it wasn't fair. I changed myself quickly, then using Hayden's old deodorant and took one of the spare toothbrushes out that he had always stocked for whatever reason. Walking back, I heard something in his room, signifying that he was awake.

"Morning." I smiled, entering the room. He was putting his clothes on in a hurry, we could almost say. When he saw me, he stopped in his tracks, before then walking over to me, shirtless and the button of his jeans was undone.

"Fuck, don't always scare me like that." He mumbled, hugging me around my tiny waist.

"I thought I made it pretty clear all those years, you won't get rid of me any time soon." I told him with a small grin.

"I know, I just thought.."

"No, Hayden seriously. I. Am. Not. Leaving. You. Stop. Worrying." I told him, getting out of the hug and walking over to the bed to toss the shirt into his face.

He showed me a small, exhausted smile, he looked so much more older than he really was.

"Talking about leaving, I need to go home soon. Zahir's going out this afternoon." I told him.

"No! I've just got you back I-"

"Hayden! Let me finish. Do you want to spend some time with me and Jaymi?" I rolled my eyes. He was an adult on so many different aspects, but emotionally he was a child, a confused five year old who is possessive over his favourite toy.

He scratched the back of his neck, almost ashamed, saying: "I should really stop freaking out, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah, definitely, c'mon now." And with that, we left the dusty flat of his, by climbing through a window since we couldn't apparently go through the underground.

We decided to head back with my car, since I would need it to go back to work soon, since the police gave me an extra two days to 'recover' from being 'kidnapped', although I told them I wasn't kidnapped.

"Do you think he'll like me?" Hayden asked breaking the silence as I drove down our street.

"You ask me? You spent the day with him just a while ago." I told him, driving into our drive way.

"Yeah... I just, I don't know. Maybe he's scared of me or something."

"If he was scared you'd see it, Hayden."

He 'hmpf'-ed as he followed me out of the car. I glanced at our house, seeing Zahir waiting on out door step with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned onto the door frame.

Dear Jesus...

He eyed Hayden suspiciously, while Hayden mimicked his actions.

"Zahir." Hayden nodded sharply, immediately building his walls up again, you could almost see it.

"Hayden." Zahir replied just as coldly as they continued to stare at each other in silence. It was very uncomfortable to say at least.

"How you been?"Hayden asked as he pulled me close by my waist. I knew this was a possessive gesture, not a cute one. He wanted to show him that I was his not Zahir's.

"Cut the bullshit, what are you doing here?" Zahir said as he tugged on my arm, but Hayden held me in place.

"She invited me to see my son." Hayden gritted his teeth.

"Haven't you seen them enough when you kidnapped them?" Zahir spat.

Hayden was at loss for words, but his eyebrows furrowed, showing a tiny ounce of vulnerability.

"Don't talk to me like that, terrorist." Hayden spat, trying to trigger some vulnerability of Zahir, but Zahir only looked like he was about to rip off Hayden's head.

"Why don't we go inside? Where's Jaymi." I tried, but Zahir shook his head.

"I'm not letting him into my house." Zahir said, blocking the way.

"Zahir, don't be silly, you agreed on giving him a chance."

" Yeah, well, people change their mind all the time."