The Perfect Fix (Perfect Kisses #5) - Miley Maine Page 0,55

to the bone. It isn’t exactly like I was planning on a life of crime, but if I was this would sure as hell put me off.

I don’t like it. It’s horrible. It’s turning me inside out. I just keep thinking that this could end up being my life forever. If I have done something really wrong, which it seems like I have even though I can’t quite fathom it myself, then this is where I will be forever.

I have cried on and off throughout the night, but not for myself. For Travis. I don’t know where in the world my son is, which is a first since the moment that he was born. I did ask at some point, but I was just told that Child Protective Service have him and that’s the end of the matter. But is he with them? Or is he with Ronnie? There is no way in hell he can look after Travis. He doesn’t even know him, and I highly doubt that he can even look after himself. If he does have him, it makes me wonder if he will find a way to completely poison Travis against me. Will he cause my child to grow up hating the woman who gave birth to him but is now rotting in jail?

“Oh God,” I wail quietly to myself while clutching on to my stomach because it hurts so bad. If Ronnie wanted to break me, then he has succeeded. I am right on the edge of being broken completely. “Oh God, Travis, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”

All of a sudden, the cell door opens, and an officer there starts talking to me. I’m in such a shocked, terrible state that I don’t know what is being said to me. I’m sure it’s important and my brain keeps screaming at my ears to listen, but they are seemingly completely blocked up.

But then I see an all too familiar face which makes everything feel better. It’s Marc. Somehow, he has turned up here like my knight in shining armor once more. I want to run into his arms and beg him to take me from this hell, but I don’t know if he can.

“I have posted bond,” he half whispers to me. His words get through, even if the police officers don’t. “You can come home with me. Are you ready to leave?”

Relief absolutely floods me. I don’t know how I manage to keep myself up right, but I do.

“We… we are going?” I stammer out. “We are leaving?” It seems too good to be true. I don’t want to believe it until I know for sure because I’m scarred to be let down all over again. I kept getting my hopes up that it was all an error yesterday and that didn’t happen…

“We are. Come on.” Marc nods at me, but I still don’t move at first. “Here, let me help you.”

He holds out his hands to me and I take them. He feels so real, it can’t be a dream, this has to be actually happening. I’m finally going to be free. I’m going to get out of here and go back to living whatever life I had before. I will never ever have to set foot in a prison again…

Okay, so maybe it won’t be that simple, perhaps it won’t be that straight forward, but I am getting out of here and that’s the main thing. I won’t be stuck in here for the rest of my life.

“Travis…?” I whisper hopefully, but he shakes his head no. I try not to let that crush me, because this is still the first step in getting him back, but it does a bit. I fall deep down into the pit of depression again. I’m just glad that I have Marc here to sort things out for me. As always, he is calm and in control, able to pick up whatever slack I leave behind.

The bed is warm and comforting, but I don’t feel any better as it cradles me. I cry so hard into the pillows that my lungs ache. Marc does his best to comfort me as well, but nothing is going to work. Nothing at all. Not until Travis is back with me.

He could still be with the CPS, he could be with Ronnie, I just don’t know at all.

“Let me know if there is anything that I can do,” Marc says, for what feels like the hundredth time. “Let me know