Bonus Chapter 2

No More Sad Songs - Little Mix feat. Machine Gun Kelly

Thank you -PoeticJustice-  for the cover above! I love it!

Wow, it's been some time huh? I don't know why I did it but I just started writing this bonus chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

Remember: if you want to read more about the characters, you can always read Chasing Cora, The Boy Who Annoys Me and Don't Leave Me. These stories are based on Cora, Ren, and Jules. They can all be found on my profile page.

Also, since I have a bit of spare time on my hands (not a lot since I have mocks to revise for and I have to work on a project), I'm willing to read a few new stories. You might have seen the message on my conversation board but if you haven't, well this is what it was about. If you want me to read your story, post on my MESSAGE BOARD (found on my profile page) the name of your story and the link to it. I will not read your story unless it's posted on my message board with a link to your story.

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"How are you today Chris?" My mom asks Chris, after giving him a brief hug. Dad watched the encounter with wary eyes, cautiously watching Chris. He still doesn't Chris - none of us do. But mom seems to be warming up to him again. I guess she's still attached to him, even if Chris did horrible things.

I don't know if I can say the same. Chris killed my baby sister, he tried to kill me and Xavier. I don't think I can forgive him.

Dad's the same. I think he hates Chris. I don't think he feels any remorse for letting Chris be brought here again, locked up in maximum security. The only reason we are here is that mom wants to see Chris. We all promised to go with her.

Dad and I don't want her going alone. We don't trust Chris. He has a way with words and we feared he would manipulate her in some way.

"I'm fine mom," Chris replies, normally. This is the fourth time we've visited and each time, the whole ordeal feels less hostile. Mom and Chris usually have a conversation, with Dad and I occasionally inputting something. Chris acts fine with mom. He has civilized conversations with her like they are discussing the weather at home. "You're all looking good. How's college Annabella?"

His green eyes - the exact same as mine - pierce me to the core. I hate how we share the same feature.

I swallow the lump in my throat and give Chris a polite smile, "fine, I'm settling in."

I started college a few months ago and it's been grand. I have so much more independence and freedom. Sure, the work is incredibly hard but I'm balancing my time.

"How's that boyfriend of yours?" Chris questions. I narrow my eyes slightly, despising the question. He always asks me this. I don't think he asks me out of curiosity or politeness, I think it's in a mocking way. Like he's reminding me that he could have killed my boyfriend.

"Good, we're doing great," I reply, "still going strong."

The corners of Chris' lips tip downwards. Inwardly, I beam in satisfaction.

"How are you doing Chris?" Mom asks him, steering the conversation away. I think she was catching onto what was happening and didn't want things to become unpleasant. She values spending time here with Chris since we only get to visit once a month. Each time we come, she asks him how he's doing. She wants to know if he's starting to realize his mistakes.

She wants Chris to feel remorse for what he did. If only she knew Chris is too evil for that. He doesn't care. He really doesn't. You can see it in his eyes - he couldn't care less. Being locked up in here only angers him. He wants to be free so he can hurt more people. He's not feeling guilty about what he's done.

"I'm getting there," Chris lies, staring directly into her eyes. Mom believes him whilst dad and I shake our heads in disappointment. "I'm going to therapy again - my new counselor is great. She's really helping me see from your point of view."

I press my lips together to refrain myself from shouting 'bullshit'.

"That's great news," mom smiles happily. The corners of her eyes crinkle from how happy she is. It breaks my heart to know that Chris is lying and doesn't care. Because she does.

When she finds out how that he's been lying to her, she's going to be so upset.

Dad and I have wanted to tell her on a number of occasions that he's lying but seeing the happiness in her eyes, we haven't had the strength to tell her. Plus we don't think she'll believe us. Chris is wrapping his fat fingers around her, isolating her.

"Yeah, apparently, if I keep my good behavior up, I might be able to go out on a supervised visit in a years time." Chris gloats, his green eyes shining with deceit. My heart hammers in my chest as terror courses through my body.

"What? But..." I protest, sitting up straighter in my chair. Other guests who are visiting the residents here stare at me with confusion. I apologize to them and lean back in my seat. Chris watches the whole thing in amusement.

"What? Do you not want me visiting you Annabella?" Chris queries, his green eyes shining with an emotion I can't decipher. "I thought you wanted me to get better so I could be released."

I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw. I know what he's doing. He's trying to stir up trouble, trying to get mom and me to fight over him.

"I was just concerned with your well being Chris," I quickly reply to him. "I'm not sure if you will be able to deal with a setting outside of here without...having the urge to do something bad."

"Oh don't worry honey, in time I bet Chris will be able to manage," mom reassures me, completely buying into my lie.

Now I'm lying to my mom.

When mom's not looking, Chris gives me a smug look. I pinch my lips together but don't say anything.

We talk for the next hour. Well, mom mostly talks. Dad doesn't say a word, he simply stares at Chris. I try and avoid eye contact with Chris. Instead, I watch the other inmates talk with their family and friends. I start to wonder what the other people did to get put in here. This place is a maximum security facility so it must have been something bad.

"Time to go," one of the guards announces to everyone. Mom sighs in resignation and stands up. Chris stands up too and moves to the edge of the table so he can hug mom. Dad and I watch in distaste at their goodbye hug.

"I love you mom," Chris tells her like a suck up. I refrain myself from rolling my eyes at his 'declaration'. In truth, I don't think Chris gives a damn about mom.

Mom smiles and pulls away. Love and hope show strongly in her eyes. It makes me hate Chris even more.

"I love you too honey, keep going."

"Let's go, Esme," dad says, gently grabbing onto her arm.

Mom steps away and we start walking towards the exit. I start walking behind them, feeling Chris' beady eyes on my back. Just before I leave the room, I glance over my shoulder. Chris is still stood by the table, with a smirk on his face. He notices me staring and winks, maliciously.

I blink in shock and scurry out of the door. That image will be engraved in me now, possibly haunting me. He looked like he knew something I didn't. And that scared me.

Dad and mom are waiting by the desk, both giving me worried looks. I mask my fear and give them a fake smile, hoping they will buy it.

They do.

We are handed our bags and coats by one of the guards. Quickly, we leave the place. I hate spending time here, the atmosphere is anything but welcoming. It's cold and sinister.

Mom and dad hop into the front seats of the car and I jump into the back. As soon as the car is ignited, my phone starts buzzing. Taking it out of my bag, a genuine smile curves its way onto my lips when I see the 'King' pop up. Xavier.

"Princess," Xavier breathes into the phone, huskily. "How was it?"

I bite my lip anxiously. "It was...interesting," I tell him, thinking back to that malicious look in Chris' eyes.

"Are you okay, Princess?" He asks me, concern laced in his voice. I melt at his worry, loving how he can tell when I'm not feeling well. "Are you on your way back?"

"I will be fine, once I see you," I say, softly. "We're on our way back now."

"Okay," he says. "I love you, Princess."

I will never get tired of hearing him say that. I will always love hearing it. Especially from his lips.

"I love you too."

I then hang up and relax in my seat. I often wonder how I got so lucky with him. Xavier may be a pain in my ass at times but he sure is an amazing boyfriend. He's changed my perspective of everything - including him.

I'm glad I met him. And I'm glad I'm dating him.