Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚃 𝙴 𝙽

Hello, people :) an A/N here, there are some dirty details in this chapter. Don't worry you can still read the beginning, but once you can smell the sexual tension you can exit and skip to the next chapter if you don't want to read that. Happy reading xo

After driving for a while we finally stop in front of my apartment complex. "Did you ever visit the old apartment that you shared with Susanna?" I ask him before I leave. He looks back at me and shakes his head.

"No, after I heard I sort of ran away. I left everything behind that day." He says slow like he still has to progress it. "Well you should, I did a few days ago. It's really refreshing." I give him a fake smile and then step out of the car and without looking back I enter the apartment complex. When I enter the apartment Zach isn't there. So for the next few hours, I try to entertain myself.

When it's about 5 p.m. the front door opens aggressively. Startled I jump back on the couch and watch how Zach drags a man inside by his neck.

It's David.

I look shocked at Zach, at David and back at Zach. "Zach what the fuck?!" I yell and walk towards the two. "This guy was sitting in the lobby and started following me to our apartment. Now I recognize him again. It's that guy from your first day at work." He explains and I look at David. "What the hell were you thinking?" I ask him and he grunts.

"I went to the apartment and afterward I wanted to see you again. But I didn't know in which apartment you lived so I waited and then I recognized this guy. I thought that he could lead me to you." He explains and I look at him in shock.

"Davina, what is this guy talking about?" Zach asks and I shake my head looking away from both of them. "Zach, meet my father," I say and look back at him. His expression goes from shock to mad as he turns to David again. He grabs him by his collar and pulls him up from the ground.

"What the fuck do you want from her?" He asks with the scariest voice I've ever heard. "Zach, he's not worth it," I say and lay my hand on his shoulder. He breathes loudly and after a while he finally let's go of David.

David looks at me. "The apartment looked horrible." He starts and I nod. "I know. When I came there I was in such a shock that I literally tried to clean up an eighteen-year-old bloodstain." I tell him and he looks taken aback. "Look I just-"

"Well, I don't" I interrupt. "In this time that we've been around each other, you haven't even asked me where I was all my life. You could only say that you didn't know where to find me." I say and he looks at the ground and then looks back at me. Regret clearly in his eyes. "So did you end up in a good foster home or did a nice family adopt you?" He asks with a scared little voice. Zach and I both start laughing out of disgust.

"I was released from prison last week," I say and he looks at me in shock. "You've been to prison?!" He asks me almost mad. "Don't raise your voice with me. You're not my father. And I haven't been to prison. I was born in prison and released last week." I explain and he falls silent.

"Susanna didn't want to sign adoption papers so I stayed in prison until she had no custody over me anymore. So I had to wait until I was eighteen to be released." I go further and he is completely speechless. I look at Zach and we share a moment.

He nods and I walk away to my bedroom. I don't want to see David's ugly face for another second.

"Davina I-" I hear him say but something interrupts him. I enter my bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed, waiting until the front door closes. A few moments later I hear a knock on my door. It opens with a creak and I smile at Zach.

He enters my room and he looks at me. "Are you okay?" He asks and I shake my head. "I want more than anything to be okay. That he doesn't bother me. That he doesn't have an effect on me." I wipe away a tear. "But not only did I see him again today. I met his family. He has two kids and a beautiful wife. And they live in this fucking big house."