Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 37

Hayden's Point of View

The sirens immediately went off, very near – almost as if they were in front of our.. – SHIT. My eyes widened as my breath hitched and suddenly I was hyperventilating. I didn't know what was happening to me, wasn't I the one who had the most encounters with the police in the whole town, if not the whole country?

Leah, on the other side, jumped out of the bed, putting some clothes on, I'd never seen any girl do that so fast.

"Hayden," She hissed as I still didn't move, trying to calm down and figure out how to face the police, I didn't want them to find me and throw me back into jail. I couldn't survive there, I knew I would break, I would end up killing myself, knowing that I couldn't ever see the sun light again without a fence surrounding me, I would be treated as one of those idiots, as an equal, I wouldn't even be able to see my own child grow up – NO! I won't let them take me back into this hell hole, not this time.

I clenched my fists, so hard it hurt as I stood up, I was going to fight until I'd die.

"Hayden, you need to leave!" She said, throwing me my clothes into my face.

"No, fuck what did I do wrong now?" I spat, putting my clothes on, "All I did was spending time with my family, they can't accuse me of anything, they don't have any proof!" By the end of my sentence I was almost screaming. The door shot open, several men in police uniforms barging into the room, disturbing our privacy – dicks.

"Hayden Evans, you're arrested. Put your hands over your head and kneel down onto the ground." The guy with the stupid blue hat said.

"Fuck no, what do you guys want?" I raged, throwing my arms into the air.

"Hands over the head and down, boy." He said calmly.

"I am not your stupid dog! I want to fucking know what this is for! I finally got my freedom back and you accuse me of the first thing that comes across your pathetic eyes, no I've got my damn rights!"

"Hands over the head and down or I will shoot!" He growled, why wouldn't they tell me what this was for?

"Shoot for all I care." I bit.

Suddenly, I felt a tiny, tender hand trying to cup my wrist. I looked back into brown, watery eyes, realizing that this was affecting her, too. She quivered, probably she was scared, scared for me.

"Hayden, please." She choked out, fighting with her very own voice. I sighed in defeat, clenching my fists as I slowly dropped to my knees, putting my hands over my head, waiting for them to cuff me, just like old times. The familiar feeling of the cuffs shot through my body, the cuffs fitting perfectly as if they were made for me.

"What do you want?" I asked, but again, they didn't give me an answer.

"ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" I yelled, struggling as they dragged me out of the room, leaving a crying Leah behind. They dragged me outside, three holding me, the other one getting a white vest out of the back of his car.

"What the fuck is tha – hey don't fucking touch me with that thing." I hissed, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but they had me all in such a strong grip, I couldn't do anything, which frustrated me even more. He put me the vest on, the vest was covered in hook and loop fasteners and ribbons. Then, he undid my cuffs and for a moment I contemplated on running, but I decided to stay, considering that Zahir and Leah were watching what was happening in the door frame with Jaymi in her arms. They wound the ribbons which were from the front of my vest around my body so that I couldn't move my arms anymore.

"What the fuck are you doing?" They shoved me into the car, the door locking itself. I started to panic, trying to remove the vest from my body, but it didn't work, my hands were tied to my shoulders.

"Get that thing off of me!" I shouted as the cop sat down in the drivers seat. If my hands weren't tied down and if there wasn't a fences between us, I would have fucking ripped him apart.

"Shut up, now!"

"I will when you fucking tell me what is going on!" I screamed.

"You're in for the mental institution in Cullary, Evans."

My throat was dry, I couldn't even begin to comprehend what he said. This was the end of me.

The last thing I saw when I turned around, so that he couldn't see my tears running down my cheeks, which I couldn't even wipe away, was my love standing in the door frame with our child in her arms as she cried onto the shoulder of another man, one that I knew would take my place eventually.

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