Jailbird

~Part 2: Chapter 12~

Zedlin

I was more fearful of this than I thought I was.

"I have to do everything I can to get out of here faster," I said slowly.

Brad sighed, but gently placed a hand on my outstretched palms on the table between us, "Zed, you can overcome this. She was just angry. You have to fight this--"

"Everything she said was right. How could I have thought I could be a father like this? Sienna doesn't want me near him already. My progress has been a lie..."

"No, Zedlin. You can't think that way. Those are the thoughts that make you revert backwards," Brad said fiercely.

I stared at his hand on top of mine and I suddenly missed David. Who would my son talk to if he couldn't come to me?

If she had Mason around him, I'd land right back in here, because I'd fùcking kill him.

"Her ex... she has him lying, pretending he's the one who got her pregnant--"

Brad cut me off, "Do you have doubts? Are you sure--"

"I know he's mine," I snarled, "Mason acts like he's a saint, but he hides his evil inside of him. I'm worried if Sienna let's him stick around, that he'll take it out on my son."

"You hate each other that much?" Brad questioned.

My lips felt like they'd crack as I lifted them up into a smirk, "Yes. He probably can't stand the fact that she's carrying my child. Brad, help me. Tell me what I can do to get out of here sooner. I need to have more time with my son. I can't wait five years, that's torture and with the way I am... Sienna is gonna need my help with him, regardless if she thinks she doesn't."

Brad sighed heavily, while staring me deep in the eyes.

I could tell he wasn't hopeful of me getting out even a day earlier, but I was determined. Proving Sienna wrong would have to show her that I am fit to be a father.

She could pretend and act like I was an uncaring, emotionally unstable deadbeat, now. Hèll, it worked in her favor that I was locked up.

But afterwards? She'd be blown the fùck away by my progress.

Brad was right, I couldn't give up especially when I had so much hope for a better future.

Now more than ever since finding out about my son.

"You're gonna have to enroll in some classes. Do you have a high school diploma?" He asked.

"No, I was in juvy at seventeen, remember?"

"I do, but I wanted to make sure you didn't complete any of these classes before. For every class you get into and complete, you can get up to six weeks knocked off of your sentence," he explained.

Suddenly, I was really hopeful.

I leaned even closer over the coffee table between us and widened my eyes.

"Tell me everything and anything that I can do... and I'll do it."

*

Sienna

It had been a few days after my dramatic argument with Zedlin and my head was finally clear.

Clear enough to know how much of an idiot I was.

Past Sienna wouldn't have stooped that low. I beat on a man who was already down and it didn't feel good to think of that afterwards.

I groaned and placed a hand underneath my left breast and rubbed it soothingly.