Chapter 292: VISIT AT THE JAIL
In a four-square room where the walls are painted black, a young couple stared at an older man. The handcuffs bound on his wrists represent their location. Unwanted beards lived on his face, making him look like a sea urchin—irritative and hideous, but the older man had sworn to not shave it off. He glared at his daughter whose hands linked with a young man whom he’d sworn to himself that he would never approve of until he had reached his death bed.
Mr Davis glared at his daughter, Jasmine Davis and Andrew Rivera, hoping that they would leave immediately. Their presence in the station was disturbing his peace although there wasn’t any that he had.
"What are you both doing here?" He questioned them as his hands balled into fists, ready to hit Andrew, who held Jasmine’s hand dearly as she encouraged her subconsciously to go ahead and tell him the good news.
Jasmine nodded in understanding when she made eye contact with Andrew. Even though they haven’t been together for a year yet, their bond has strengthened and they can understand each other by just looking into each other’s eyes.
Jasmine turned to look at her father who looked like he was going to lose his patience with them and explode in anger anytime soon. Jasmine took a deep breath and exhaled as her shoulders slumped.
She looked at her father and said,
"Dad, we both have something to tell you that’s why we’ve come here to visit you."
"Will you just go straight to the point and stop beating around the bush? My bed is waiting for me inside and it’s leaving a space for me to come back to later so hurry up dammit!" He yelled at her, making her flinch. Her grip on Andrew’s arm tightened further and Andrew glared at Mr Davis.
He was only keeping quiet because he was his girlfriend’s father and if it wasn’t for that, he would have prescribed a drug that would permanently paralyze the old man and make him unable to speak and talk to his daughter like that.
When Mr Davis made eye contact with Andrew, he asked him, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to punch me?"
Andrew’s hands could only ball into fists but he wasn’t allowed to use it, yet. Jasmine was in a critical condition and he wouldn’t want to make her worry even more by letting her witness her father getting beaten up by him.
Andrew managed to control his anger before it would be released from its cages.
"I will be the one to tell you why we are here," he said to save Jasmine the trouble of getting scolded by her father again but he doubted if that could ever be escaped. The old man’s mouth runs like water that comes out from an unfixed tap. "Jasmine is pregnant," he announced without a single stutter that he’d imagined Jasmine would do if she was the one to tell him their good news which would probably be a bad one for the old creep that was sitting opposite them.
"What?!" Mr Davis yelled as he stood up from the bench he was sitting on, alerting the male warden who stood on the other side. The man with a huge muscular build that perfectly suited his job walked over to them and gave Mr Davis a warning,
"Mind the way you talk around here. You might be the only one who is staying in this area but don’t forget that this is a jail and I can punish you if you talk loud again."
He glared hard at Mr Davis that the old man nearly pissed on his matching inmate uniform but he put on a strong face like he didn’t care about the threat. He didn’t dare to reply else, his punishment would only get much but nothing would distract him from what Andrew had just revealed to him.
He simply nodded obediently to the warden so that he could just leave and let him straighten out his daughter.
Mr Davis sat back down on his bench and glared at the couple but mostly handed it to Jasmine in disappointment.
"Who is the father of your child?" He asked carefully. A little strand of hope lay on his chest, hoping that his daughter wasn’t pregnant for the one that was in front of him but the one that was good for their business.
Andrew scoffed, wondering if Mr Davis had not taken his vitamins for that day. He sees him standing there and he’s still asking who the father was.
"I’m the father. It’s me! I’m the one who impregnated Jasmine and sadly, it wasn’t the one whom you hoped it had been," he replied on behalf of Jasmine.
Mr Davis’s glare intensified when he finished hearing Andrew. "You’ve never ceased to disappoint me Jasmine and for once, I hoped that you would make me proud even though you had your father jailed just because he wanted to plan for a better future for you," he said.
Andrew glared at Mr Davis, daring him to continue to try to use that method to manipulate Jasmine. He could see through exactly what the old creep was planning.
"You should have by now known that Jasmine and I have been planning our future together and you are nowhere involved or part of it. We only came here to tell you what was going on because she wanted to. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have even bothered to let you know that she was pregnant with Our child," said Andrew, emphasizing the word ’OUR’, wanting it to sink into Mr. Davis’ head. But there wasn’t any assurance that it would.
The old man had already decided not to accept him but he didn’t care. The only one that mattered to him was Jasmine and their unborn baby. Anyone else that didn’t approve of their bond and their new arrival was irrelevant to him. He glared at Mr Davis, waiting for him to utter something that he shouldn’t and he would protect Jasmine from him.
