The President's Daughter (Original) ✔️

39. The Ending

Soulja Boy- Kiss Me Thru The Phone

One Direction- If I Could Fly

Gabbie Hanna- Out Loud

Florence + The Machines- Shake it Out

Harry Styles- Falling (This is now basically Damien's anthem, don't you think?)

Wafia, Finneas- The Ending (discovered this watching Shawdowhunters and that sad scene with Jordan Kyle. Love it!)

Shoutout to @Itz_Trish for liking the crap out of my chapters, thank you!

Picture of Damien's fine ass ^

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2 months later

Joseph Henry Madison's POV

I step out of the armored car and follow my 6 agents through the prison doors. No words are exchanged as we make our way downstairs. The walls are as thick as a dungeon, and the only thing to guide us down the hall are the dim lights strategically placed so that you're only stepping on a small pool of darkness before stepping back into light.

We stop at a door and I instruct them to wait out there. The door buzzes and I step in.

Damien is sitting on a chair, his hands cuffed to the bar of the steel table and his head bowed. I nod to the prison guard. "Uncuff him."

Damien looks up, his brows raised in surprise. "Mr. Madison?" I take a seat and note that his face is worse than the last time I had seen him, most likely from the fights I've heard about. His lips is cracked and split, his left eye is swollen shut, and a long cut marks the side of his purple cheek.

"What, you allergic to first names or something?" The guard uncuffs him and quietly leaves the room.

He doesn't respond and his eyes hold no tell of emotion. I lean forward. "Look kid. I would say I'm sorry for beating your ass but I'm not."

No response. Only a frown.

"But I know you're innocent," I continue. "You're willingly punishing yourself for someone else's crimes."

Damien sighs and shakes his head. "You guys trust me too much. It's wrong."

"I wouldn't say all that, but I trust that you're not a killer. It's just not in your veins."

He raises his chin. "You don't know that."

"I bet you've never fired a gun before."

"Of course I have."

I slam hard on the table and he jumps back in his chair. "See? I hand you a gun right now, you'll end up shooting yourself. Accidentally."

"That's not-"

"Anyways, I knew all this after Hope explained it to me. I just thought I'd let you suffer a bit, let you come to your senses before I let you go."

He frowns. "What do you mean 'let me go?'"

"A presidential pardon. I say the word and you walk out that door in the next five minutes."

"I-"

"Okay, maybe ten minutes. Maybe 15."

"No."

"What do you mean no?" What is with this kid? Is he a masochist or something?

"I said no."

"I know you don't like it in here. I know you get into fights every other day. You've only been here for 2 months and half of the time you've spent it in the hole."