This chapter is dedicated to chilseannn
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Saturday.

The day we get to participate in our extremely strenuous general environmental clean up.

Believe me, only my own share of work here on a Saturday covers up all the chores I do at home for two weeks.

Not to mention our super strict work inspector.

That woman is like one of the meanest so far, sometimes I wonder if she's a prison escapee of a foreign country.

Even though the mornings are always stressful, it's still a day to rest from the hell of a week we must have gone through.

But above all, it is one of the days we're allowed to see our family and loved ones.

Even if you aren't expecting any one, there's still a probability of an officer suddenly barging into your cell and informing you of someone being around to see you.

I'm quite an example here, I was simply crouched on the floor (which was suddenly and suprisingly becoming my favorite spot), narrating 'Life in a year,' a movie I'd watched to Roxie till I started hearing heavy footsteps moving down the hallway, in between all the cell rooms in rows and columns till it got to mine.

It was the nicer, blonde officer on duty this time and she had told me I had a visitor.

"It's a good looking young guy," she whispered before winking towards me.

I looked at Roxie and she had a kind of sly grin plastered on her face before winking at me too.

What the heck is wrong with them and winking?!

I seriously wasn't expecting anybody today, or for the weekend in general...not even my family...but there was only one good looking young guy that I could think of right now, that would find the time to visit me in jail.

That same guy I hadn't seen since the day I clocked eighteen.

But it had been exactly eight weeks since then.

Eight freaking weeks! Fifty six freaking days! And about one thousand, three hundred and forty-four freaking hours!

Let's not even talk about the minutes and seconds.

Or milliseconds...

I thought I'd already been completely forgotten by that side of the world.

I walked in and my instict was right. It was him, his hair as sexy and scattered as always.

Did I just think 'sexy'?"

Nevermind.

The blonde woman gave a smile before leaving.

We weren't actually the only ones there, two other tables were also contained by other visitors.

I walked towards him and quietly sat on the chair opposite him in a way that we were a 'table' apart.

One part of me was so glad he was here while the other dominant part of me felt so bad and angry that he never cared to see how I was faring in the last few weeks.

I've always tried to suppress that dominant side of me that beared anger. Well, it's not like I yelled at him or anything, I just looked away and stayed quiet.

Extremely quiet.

"How are you?" He asked.

I scoffed.

"Though that you didn't care anymore," I spat at him.

"Don't say that, I care a lot about you..."

"You just went MIA on me for eight good weeks and you're telling me that you care? When it's even almost your fault that I'm here in the damn first place!" I argued.

"So now...it's my fault?" He asked and I looked up at him.

"It's my fault! Huh?!" He shouted this time, standing up abruptly from his chair and banging on the table.

He looked angry.

"Sometimes I wonder what the fuck is wrong with you?! I wonder why the heck you can't ever change! Maybe I was wrong about you...maybe you can't let go of that your stupid ego!" He shouted again and I flinched.

Yeah right, he cursed again. Something that was rare when it came to him.

I could tell we have grabbed the attention of the other people in the room.

Probably realizing it, he stayed quiet and just stared at me, a glint of disgust and disappointment in his eyes towards me.

But that was not all...

There was another emotion in there, behind others but it still made its way to the surface.

Hurt.

He was hurting inside.

How didn't I notice this before?!

'Because you're just an egoistic bitch that doesn't care about anybody other than yourself,' My innermind answered.

He took a deep breathe and ran his hand over his already rough hair.

"It's better I leave now--"

"No!" I opposed, holding lightly onto his arm.

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...please don't leave...I...I didn't mean what I said," I apologised quickly.

He looked back, from my arm gripping his, up to my face.

I quickly removed my grip, feeling a bit uncomfortable by his gaze.

"I'm...sorry," I said again.

"...But it's okay if you want to leave," I continued.

Timothy was unpredictable enough.

I don't know if he would choose to leave or not so I had my fingers crossed.

Then gladly enough, he sat back down on his seat.

"It's fine...sorry I over reacted," he said.

"No...no, you didn't at all...it was just me being stupid," I replied.

He said nothing more, neither did I. There was an ear piercing and very uncomfortable silence between the both of us.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, breaking the ice.

He looked down and when his eyes met mine, they were already watery with held back tears.

It scared me, it was my first time seeing him this way.

"My dad..." He started and I felt my breath hitch.

"He's dead..."

I felt a pang of pain in my chest, I had been so selfish while he was hurting more than I could ever be.

I'm such a horrible person.

"Oh my God...I'm so sorry...I didn't know..."

Ofcourse I didn't know, being in here is so horrible. It's like we're on another side of the world. A whole 'Silver Stones' passed away and we couldn't even get the information.

"He died on the November twenty third," he continued.

Two days after my birthday.

"I know I hadn't been here earlier, just had been busy with everything--"

"You don't need to explain anything Timothy, it's all about you now, you've already done so much for me and now your family needs you more...you need yourself more," I said.

"Well...atleast he told me he loved me before he died," he said with a sad smile.

"Atleast we had the opportunity to do a little father-son bond before he passed away. I just didn't expect him to leave so soon, especially when we were already getting along once again," he continued.

I reached over to his hands on top of the table and wrapped my smaller ones against his.

"I'm really sorry and I pray his soul is at peace wherever he is now but incase you need someone to talk to or anybody to vent your pain or anger on, I'll be right here and I'll try to help in anyway I can...even if I can't do much, I won't hesitate to deliver the little help I can offer."

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