The Visions Left Inside Me Are Slowly Fading

“Push Ember, you need to push,” the doctor told me as I felt a major contraction hit. I screamed out as I held Brian and Simone’s hands pushing as hard as I could.

“That’s it baby,” Brian encouraged me as we heard a high pitched cry hit the cold hospital room.

“The next push will get the shoulders out, it’ll hurt but it needs to be a big push okay?” the doctor smiled up at me as I gave one more push.

I rested back, Simone wiping my forehead with a damp cloth as Brian kissed my forehead. The baby was crying as my body pushed out the rest of him. “Daddy, do you wanna clip the cord?” the nurse asked holding the scissors. They’d already clamped off the umbilical cord and Brian looked about dumbfounded. In any other situation I probably would have laughed at him.

“You won’t hurt him,” the nurse assured him and he smiled and nodded at her. She handed him the scissors and showed him where to cut.

He cut the cord and smiled at our little boy as they whisked him away to get him all cleaned up. “Alright Ember, now we have the afterbirth we need to deliver. Ready?”

Half an hour later, we had our baby boy snuggled in our arms. Brian was sitting next to me on the bed, I was exhausted mentally and physically, but he was so precious. “Damon,” I cooed to our little sleepy head.

He stirred a little but snuggled into Brian’s chest as he pulled him into his arms fully. Just then the door opened and there was a blockade of flowers and balloons being carried in by Johnny and Matt. Simone walked in after Matt and over to Brian, “Can I hold my god-son?”

“Of course,” I smiled at her as Brian pouted but gave Damon over to her.

“Aww, hey there cutie pie,” Simone cooed at Damon gently stroking his cheek, earning a yawn from him.

“So what are you guys calling him?” Johnny smiled as he stood next to Simone but didn’t touch him.

Matt hugged me a kissed my forehead, “Matthew right?”

Brian snorted, “As if asshole.”

I chuckled at their banter, “Damon Matthew has a nice ring to it.”

Brian gave me a glare, “So does Damon Elwin.”

“Dude no, that’s just gross,” Johnny snickered at Brian.

Brian pouted at me and I chuckled pecking his cheek, “What about Damon James Haner?”

“I like that,” Brian nodded immediately as he pulled me into his chest. “Damon James…DJ.”

Everyone nodded, “Little Damon James,” Simone smiled down at the sleeping child in her arms.

**Scott’s POV**

I paced around the laundry room in the prison, I knew that there’d only be a small amount of time to get done what needed to be done. Louis better hurry the fuck up I paced more as the delivery door opened and in came Louis. “Bout fucking time man,” I said hurrying over to the older man.

“Sorry Scott, had trouble with the truck, delayed me a bit,” the older Hispanic man greeted me and hugged me.

Louis had listened to my story and had seen that I was wrongfully imprisoned. I’m innocent, I never did anything to Ember that she didn’t beg me to do. I was acting in self defense with the knife, they’d all threatened me and I only wanted to talk to her. “Are you still okay doing this?”

Louis nodded, “I don’t want you rotting in here when you’ve done nothing wrong. That girl should be in here, her and those guys that she had jump you.” He pulled the laundry cart over and unloaded the clean sheets onto the table waiting to be sorted through and then allowed me to jump in. There was a false bottom, with air-holes in the bottom of the cart. Big enough for me if I laid in the fetal position.

He helped me in there and apologized for the musty smell. I waved him off, “We just need to get going.” I said as he covered me up and threw in a few bags of dirty towels and sheets into the bin on top of me. The false bottom was thick so even though I could smell the dirty materials on top of me, I couldn’t feel their weight. I made sure I faced the outside of the cart when I got in, this allowing the air holes to be in front of me, but they weren’t big enough for anyone to look in. Honestly I doubt that they’re big enough that they’ll be noticeable.

As Louis rolled me out to his truck, he loaded a few more dirty laundry carts on behind mine. I felt thankful for the old man, it was a shame that I’d have to kill him once we reach the destination he’s dropping me off at. But you know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

I felt little remorse as I gently felt the knife in my pants pocket. I’d lifted it from the arts and crafts center the week before. The guards had searched my bunks from top to bottom but could never find it. Probably because it wasn’t hidden in the room…well it was but not where they’d check. There was a small mouse hole that had been abandoned by the rodent awhile back after I’d killed it. It was big enough to hold the knife and it was hidden beneath the back of my bunk, the corner they’d foregone because they assumed I wouldn’t have wasted time finding it.

I shrugged as I lay in that container, he would not die in vain. He was a great man and I was very, very grateful that he was giving me this opportunity to get out of that place. I was tired of being beaten by the guards, not to mention how many guys I’d had to beat off me. We drove for what seemed like 3 hours, but really was only about 30 minutes to Turtle Rock. It was on his way back to Irvine where he was leased out of.

When he unloaded the bin I was in I climbed out. He handed me a duffel bag, “There’s an old Impala out there per your specifications. There’s about 3000 dollars in that bag for you, I hope that you’re able to start fresh and live a happy life Scott.”

I smiled at the old man and nodded to him, “Thank-you Louis. I truly, truly appreciate it.” I hugged him and stabbed him in the back, making sure to twist the knife, causing the most damage. They’d never be able to help him, and well…I wasn’t going to be tipping them off. I saw the briefest flash of betrayal as the old man took his final gasping breath. I made the symbol of the cross and stashed the knife back in my pocket after wiping the residue of his blood off on the closest bag.

I jumped out of the truck, using my sleeve to close the door so I wouldn’t leave my prints and walked to the car that was waiting for me. “I think I’ll name you Louis,” I told the inanimate object before climbing in and driving to Irvine, because it was closest and I could get the supplies I needed before returning to Huntington Beach.

Notes

Please don't kill me lol. I'll be adding an updated pic of Scott to the characters list after the next chapter. Kinda felt interesting to write from his point of view...it won't be the last. Anyways guys, let me know what you think.