Trainwreck |✔️

CHAPTER 27

Ants POV

"You useless piece of shit. I knew you wouldn't amount to anything and look at you... a good for nothing criminal. I aughtta beat some discipline into you, maybe you'll finally stop being a disappointment."

"P-please... da-dad-don't..."

"Didn't think I was gonna disappear and leave you to live happily ever after did you? You don't deserve that. Everything I do you're asking for."

"No.... no... d-don't touch me. Get away f-from me-"

"I'll always be with you Anthony, and I'll always find you. You're not safely behind bars anymore.... I'm coming for you."

"No!" My body snapped up to sit. Fuck. Waves of thick warm air constricted painfully in my throat as I tried to take a breath in attempt to calm my rapidly pumping heart. I clutched the crumpled sheets of the bed as the fright, fear and panic coursed through my veins.

"Ant?! Are you okay?" My eyes shot up to Dec as he rushed into the room in only his shorts and white T, fresh from sleep, clearly only just woken by my shout. He didn't come any closer than just through the door but I didn't expect him to. It hurt, but I understood his reasons.

"Im fine.... bad dream." I stuttered, looking down shamefully and feeling like an idiot for being scared of nothing.

"Your Dad?" My eyes widened but then stared at him with a guilty look when I saw the sadness on his face. I'm always upsetting him.

He didn't need me to nod or say anything 'cause he knew the answer, he could read me like a book.

"No one's seen him in 4 years Ant. You don't have to be scared anymore."

"I wish it were that easy." He stayed silent, wisps of sympathy flowing through his green iris's. His body was gravitating towards me and his hands twitched at his sides but he made no move closer. "I'm sorry I woke you Dec. Go back to sleep, you have work tomorrow remember?"

"Aye... okay... ar-are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, nothing I can't handle." I gave him an unconvincing smile and he nodded and walked away. I felt a piece of my heart go with him but ignored it and looked to the clock.

3 am.

I sighed and laid my head back, ready to continue my sleepless night.

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5:40 am.

I'd been asleep but my body clock was fucked from prison so I woke up at 5:30 and couldn't even close my eyes without feeling like I was about to be punished for it. I could practically hear the relentless clanging of guard batons dragging against the cell bars, ringing in my ears.

I sighed, feeling exhausted from lack of sleep and the emotional abuse of my dreams. With nothing else to do and not wanting to wake Dec up with the noise of a shower, I decided to cook breakfast.

Nothing fancy, just poached eggs... but I knew that's how Dec liked them. Just as the last egg flopped onto the golden brown toast, a very adorable and sleepy Geordie walked into the kitchen and smiled at me sweetly before tucking into the poached eggs. I wasn't annoyed by the lack of conversation, I knew he wasn't a morning person, even after the best of sleeps. He some how made grumpy cute. I sat opposite him, stifling a yawn and hungrily inhaled my food.

He seemed to have woken up a bit more when he started sipping on the coffee he'd just brewed so I risked conversation.

"So... what are you doing today?"