Loving You Too Long

Bryan Thompson, for the first time, Haisley heard the name of Loretta’s former fiancé who became a victim of Nathan’s accident. However, for the second accusation, Haisley looked at the men in front of her with an unbelieving gaze. “W-what does this mean?” she asked in confusion. “Why is it a case of attempted murder and fraud?” She asked the two plainclothes policemen.

But instead of answering Haisley’s questions, the second policeman, who didn’t bother to show his identification, took handcuffs from his pocket and put them on Nathan’s hands, who didn’t resist at all. Because both Haisley and Nathan knew that it would be futile. Nathan couldn’t fight four men at once. And if he did, it would only complicate his situation when the punishment was imposed later.

“You can call a lawyer to help with the mitigation of your sentence,” the first policeman said, barely audible to Haisley. “We’ll be waiting for you at the police station,” he added, more directed at Haisley.

Instead of responding to the policeman’s statement, Nathan asked for something else. “Can you allow me to talk to my wife?” he requested, answered by nods from the two policemen.

They were still standing at the doorway, clearly not providing any privacy for Haisley and Nathan. Finally, Nathan, with his hands in cuffs, led Haisley away from them. He cupped Haisley’s face with his cuffed hands, wiping away the tears that were flowing freely.

“Shhh… everything will be okay,” Nathan said so gently, but instead of calming Haisley, it made her cry even harder. “Everything will be okay, trust me,” Nathan said, his voice also trembling. The words were not only directed at Haisley but also at himself.

Who wouldn’t be afraid of going to jail? Even those who committed greater mistakes than him would undoubtedly be afraid to hear the word ‘prison.’

“W-what should I do?” Haisley asked between sobs. She was like a little child about to be left by her father, in need of comforting.

Nathan, with his limited freedom, rubbed his wife’s head. He extended his arms over Haisley’s head and hugged her tightly, gently stroking her back.

“Call G, tell him that I’ve been arrested. Go back to Mom and Dad’s house. Let them do everything that needs to be done,” Nathan said slowly so that Haisley could understand what he was saying.

Haisley lifted her head, looking at Nathan with blurred vision due to her tears. She tried to blink and wipe her eyes roughly, although it was in vain because her tears welled up again.

“I love you,” she whispered softly while hugging Nathan again and hiding her face on his chest, making the shirt Nathan wore damp with her tears.

“I know. And I love you very much too,” Nathan said gently, kissing Haisley’s head repeatedly. “I love you so much, remember that, Haisley Chayton,” Nathan said sincerely.

The sound of footsteps reminded them that someone was waiting. Nathan released his embrace, slipped his cuffed hands over Haisley’s head, once again wiped her face with his thumbs, and smiled.

“We’ll get through this. You believe in me, right?” he asked, answered by Haisley’s nod.

After saying that, Nathan stepped back away from Haisley and surrendered himself into the hands of the two local uniformed policemen.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Nathan was escorted away by four tall, imposing figures. In every step he took, he always turned back, looking at Haisley standing at the doorway with tears streaming down her face, a worried expression on her face. Until the moment he disappeared behind the bend, Haisley felt her knees weaken, and she fell onto the cold floor, crying loudly without caring if it might disturb anyone in the area.

It took quite a while for Haisley to compose herself and embed positive thoughts in her head that everything would be okay. Limp, she stood, leaning against the door frame, walking unsteadily, starting to think about what she should do.

Mobile phone.

That word instantly snapped into her mind. Her eyes began to search for the flat objects that she and Nathan had overlooked for some time.

Haisley searched every corner of the room, making all the sofa cushions fly. Even her bed, she made it messy. Not just looking for the phone, but because she needed to channel her anger that she could no longer contain. The anger and fear she felt. The same emotions she knew Nathan was experiencing.

When Haisley sat on the floor in the corner of the bed, she then saw her phone and Nathan’s phone side by side in the second drawer of the nightstand. Haisley crawled, took her phone, and turned it on. As Nathan had said, she had to contact Gilbert. And that’s what she did.

Haisley informed Gilbert that Nathan had been taken by the police. Not forgetting to mention the charges the police had given to Nathan. Her voice sounded sobbing and unclear as Haisley explained everything with tears that wouldn’t stop flowing down her face.

“Calm down, Haisley. Everything will be okay,” Gilbert said on the other side.

“How can everything be okay!” Haisley shouted loudly. “They took Nathan with them! They took my Nathaniel,” Haisley said, weakening at the end of the sentence.

“Calm down, I’m on my way there.” That was Gilbert’s only response before he hung up. Haisley dropped her phone to the floor lethargically. She hugged her knees and cried again.

Gilbert and Dean entered Haisley’s unit with their own keys. Their first glance fell upon a messy living room. Scatter pillows lay on the floor, decorations out of place, and general disorder. They searched for Haisley and found the petite woman sitting in the corner of the bed, both legs folded, and her face buried between her knees.

“Haisley?” Gilbert and Dean called simultaneously. The woman raised her head, her eyes still streaming tears. Her face was red and swollen. As Dean approached, she dropped her body into his embrace.

“They took him, Dean,” she sobbed in Dean’s comforting hug. “They handcuffed him and took him away. What do we do now?” she asked in a muffled voice.