More Than You Know

20: Unnecessary Advice

Hey loves, it's me again a good five months later. Talk about slack. Can I just apologise for deserting Wattpad and this story for such a long period of time. I'm not trying to make excuses but I went though a rough patch of time which consisted of me trying to find out who I was. During that time I realised how easy it is to be 'bad' and I thought I'd let you's know a bit about it.

It's easy to be bad, to disrespect those who love you most, to do the wrong things and get in trouble. It's fun to, right? Because in the moment you feel like your tough, like nothing gets to you or hurts you. I was lying to myself. I was trying to cover up the hurt that was causing me pain on the inside. I acted like things that hurt me the most didn't bother me the slightest when really they were consuming me on the inside. I told myself I wasn't guilty when all that consumed me was guilt. Now I'm not directing this towards anyone, I'm honestly sharing something I've learnt so that you my loves, understand more about me. At the end of the day, we're all just teens trying to figure out who we are (if you are a teen).

I'll stop babbling now and get on with this chapter. Quote of the day is by our sweetheart Jack Dawson, or should I say Leonardo Dicaprio: "𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟. 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧."📌📚

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year lovelies xx

-ani
xxx

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Delané's P.O.V.
"To Toronto Correctional Facility please, sir." I order the taxi driver hurriedly as I pull open the taxi door. I slip inside the car and slide onto the seat.

"The prison? Are you sure?" He asks wearily as he scans for my eyes in the rear view mirror. I make a statement to buckle my seatbelt lately.

"If I was sure I wouldn't have asked." I responded harshly. I didn't have any time to waste.

"Right, sorry miss." He replied guiltily before pulling out of the diner's car pack and heading onto the main road.

We drive along the main road before he turns onto the highway, deserted by emptiness. My eyes are glued to the landscape outside the taxi windows. Endless plains of trees and dirt flood the landscape. I couldn't help but be consumed with isolation and loneliness. It was so easy to feel alone out here.

"Miss?" The driver says softly as if asking for permission to speak.

"Yes?" I reply calmly.

"I'm not one to intrude but if you are visiting someone in the prison, it's of my understanding that you need to request a visitation." The driver says cautiously as if walking on eggshells.

I look at him through the rear view mirror with a confused expression painted on my face.

"W-what?" I stammer with unease. He continuous driving without hesitation and replies gently.

"They need visitors to request a visitation. All that's required of you is to ring the prison, state your name and the inmate you wish to visit." He informs me. I focus on each of his words and process them through my mind. How could I have thought that showing up unannounced would be a success?