“Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” Quinnlyn said.
“Would you mind your own business?” I yelled at him.
Daxyn’s eyes narrowed at me, as if he couldn’t believe I’d yell at Quinnlyn that way. I’d gotten brazen with him over the last month. I may not have found a way out of here, but I’d learned his weakness—he didn't want to harm me.
“You are my business,” he said.
“Whatever,” I said, before locking my eyes on Daxyn. “Just tell me,” I whispered.
“I… I… can’t. I want to, I do, but you’re already in enough harm's way,” he said.
“Thank you!” Quinnlyn yelled out.
“I thought we were friends,” I said, recalling all the times we’d hung out.
“We are,” he said.
“No, no, we’re not. When we stood on my lawn, and I told you I was pregnant, you said you didn’t care and that I should get rid of it,” I said, anger lacing my voice.
“I know… I know what I said. I was in shock. I was never supposed to have children. Then there you were, insisting that you got pregnant from the one time we hooked up.”
“One time is all it takes, and for the record, pretty sure it happened multiple times that night.”
“Yeah… except when I was younger, something happened, and it was said that I’d more than likely not be able to have kids,” he said.
“Well, I reckon they were wrong, because the one thing I’m sure of is that it’s yours,” I said.
“I know it’s mine…” he said, his head dropped, looking between us, instead of at me.
“And yet you’re okay with me being held against my will in this cell, the future mother of the only child you may ever have?” I said.
“I’m not okay with any of this,” he said.
“Then help me get the hell out of here,” I said.
“I know they won’t let you go, but I’m trying to plead with them to let you stay in the house with me.”
“Daxyn, I need to go home. Aspen—”
“Is fine,” he said.
My breath hitched. “What… what… what do you mean? You’ve seen her?”
“I’ve checked in. Obviously, she misses you, and they are all worried about where you have been—”
“Of course, they don’t know you’re involved in this,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“I’m not exactly involved,” he said.
“Whatever makes you feel better about this,” I said.
“Look, I know you miss her, and they miss you, but I know my father won’t let you go, especially now, but he may be willing to let you come to the house if you agree to follow the rules,” he said.
“I’ve been following the rules down—”
“You tried to escape and busted his head—” he nodded toward the door, “—open.”
“How did you—?”