daisy

She mentally concluded that manual labour was not for her as she scrubbed the graffiti with nothing but a sponge and soapy water. Daisy decided she deserved a life of being able to sleep and eat whenever she wanted. Not to mention her giant list of hobbies that had miraculously doubled since leaving prison.

However, the feeling of fresh air and infinite space was something she couldn't get enough of. The idea that if she were to run, there wouldn't be walls to stop her.

It was hard to imagine only a month had passed since she was incarcerated. It would've felt like a dream if it weren't for her vivid memories of Seth.

Now every other day she was scrubbing walls and picking up litter with weekly check ins with a corrections officer, despite it having being proven she wasn't guilty. The court decided to make an example out of her as her family were so obnoxious and assumed her to be the same. They announced that due to the abstraction of justice, her sentence turned into a fine and community service.

Her parents publicly disowned her and refused to contribute to any part of the fine. Luckily, the situation was apparently big news and thus people happily donated towards the cause.

"Alright! The day is over, you lot can go now!" Yelled the supervisor.

Daisy looked around her and saw everyone already leaving. There was a large selection of people of lots of different backgrounds and ages. Unfortunately, the younger immature ones would often leer at her, making comments she was sure would get them killed if Seth knew about them.

"You doing anything later, babe?" Said one guy that she couldn't remember the name of and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

She just ignored him and began walking to the bus stop, eager to get home as soon as possible and take off her shoes. While still better than prison trainers, standing on her feet for a few hours around people she would rather not be with was just as mentally exhausting as it was physically.

"You still ignoring me for that imaginary boyfriend of yours?" He called after her.

Daisy spun around at this and defensively said, "he's not imaginary."

Unfortunately, he took her response as an invitation to jog up to her. Even as she continued her walk to the bus stop, he walked with her. "He never picks you up though does he sweetheart? If you were mine, I wouldn't let you take the peasant wagon." He said with a smirk and raised eyebrow, as if he had a point.

"That's b-because he's in prison. He's Seth Knight and if you knew who he was you wouldn't be talking to me," she stated.

The guy laughed loudly, making embarrassment unwillingly flush through her. "Aw I didn't know you was one of those girls - apart of the Seth Knight fan club. I'm a bad boy too!"

Daisy rolled her eyes. Clearly he wasn't going to believe her no matter what she said.

It was also a little tricky to defend the fact she was the famous gang leader's girlfriend considering he hadn't answered any of her calls for the past week.

They used to talk every day, even several times a day sometimes due to Seth's connections in prison. She sent him care packages and the pictures he requested. The next day she was released, Seth had already arranged for flowers to be sent to her house along with a large box of premium art supplies, with the expectation she'd send her artwork to him after.

However, Seth quickly seemed to get busier and busier and the time between their calls grew longer. Even though it had only been a month, time moved quickly and it already felt like it had been a whole life time since saying goodbye to Seth.

The thought that they were drifting apart made her sad but she pushed the negative thoughts away. She had to keep his words in her mind. "Wait for me," he insisted with real tears and emotion in his eyes. Part of her thought she was being naïve. The saying "out of sight, out of mind," often came to her but she reasoned that if she spent every second of the day missing him, it was possible to believe the Seth she knew in prison felt the same.

She just had to trust he'd be true to his word. Simple. She already trusted him with her heart after all.

"Leave me alone," she mumbled.

"I didn't mean to hit a nerve, sweetheart. I'm just offering to be a friend. Be thankful because it doesn't seem like you have any according to the news," he said simply.

"She has enough friends, you little sh*t!"

The sudden yell and honk of a horn startled her but she relaxed seeing Lincoln's car zooming onto the bus lane. "Hop in!" He shouted through the window, before reaching over to push the door open for her.

Without hesitation, she got into the car. "How come you're picking me up?" Daisy asked him.

"I had some free time so why not?" He smiled warmly, making her smile back. "Nice hi-vis."

She looked down at her outfit, knowing he was light heartedly poking fun at her uniform but she didn't care because underneath the neon vest was her own clothes. She under estimated how much she missed wearing clothes that that had a scent other than plain cotton. They were worn in and truly only hers, not lost and recycled in the midst of hundreds of men's clothing.

"I think we should get Chinese takeout today. Unless you want to cook?" Lincoln asked with a hopeful cheeky grin.

"Takeout it is," she giggled.

Fortunately, it didn't take too long for them to arrive at Lincoln's apartment. It was one that he planned to sell after marrying Daisy's sister. However, that didn't go to plan when he finally reached his absolute limit to Anna's selfishness. Apart from random white knights on the internet, he was one of the leaders to helping Daisy out of her situation and apparently, Anna wasn't as supportive as he would've expected. Of course, he tried to downplay how little love she was shown but Daisy was well aware of her entire close family's disregard for her.

She was grateful Lincoln let her stay in his spare room. But when she told Seth that she was staying with him, he was not happy at all. She wondered that perhaps that was the cause of their distance now. But he eventually said he understood considering her parents kicked her out of the house and she absolutely refused to stay in a house with Seth's friends, strangers.

Although their dinners normally consisted of comfortable silence or animated talk of a new tv show, this time it was unusually quiet. Daisy assumed it was just due to it being a tiring day.

However, evidently that was not the case as Lincoln decided to ask her on a date. At least she assumed it was a date from the anxiety that radiated off him as he asked her if she wanted to try a new restaurant that had just opened down the street.

Just from the look on her face, Lincoln immediately took it back and adamantly insisted they could go as friends only.

Nevertheless, that conversation ended with Daisy awkwardly residing to her room. As per her usual routine, she pressed the favourited number on her phone, lovingly labelled "My Knight."

"Please please please," she whispered to her phone, eyebrows furrowed as she listened to the phone ring only to be let down once again.

Daisy couldn't help it. Finally the tears unleashed as the phone rang out for the second time that day. She worried for his safety and the fact that there was no way to know whether this was him breaking up with her, or if he was dead, was too much to handle.

She ended up eventually sleeping with stinging eyes and a sore blocked nose. Nightmares flooded her head throughout the night, many featuring Seth lying on the ground with the same bloody sweatshirt that plagued her mind constantly.

It was rare she slept well since leaving prison, despite it being a king size luxury mattress and the highest quality duvet covers. She'd either wake up from bad dreams or from a bad back.

Only this night, after the third time of forcing herself back to sleep, Daisy's muscles relaxed. Her body felt at ease and her mind emptied. She was softly woken by a large warm hand stroking the top of her head. Seth's familiar comforting scent reached her nose, causing her to nuzzle her head closer to the source.

Smooth warm lips kissed a trail around her head; her cheeks, her nose, the crown of her head and even her eyelids. Seth finally pecked her lips and then repeated the same pattern.

Daisy just allowed herself to teeter on the verge of sleep, not wanting to deny herself of a rare good nights sleep. Especially while knowing it was rare for the prison to be so quiet.

She wondered what time it was and hoped the insanely loud alarm bell was hours away from waking them up for breakfast.

The repeated kisses pulled her further and further away from her much needed sleep, annoying her immensely and this was particularly the case when she felt the Seth was on top of the duvet. This created an uncomfortable claustrophobic feeling that forced her awake.

"Get off," she mumbled, pulled her blanket.

"Angel?"

"What, Seth?"

Wait...

"Seth?!" Her eyes sprung open to meet the handsome brown eyes of her incarcerated, now smirking, boyfriend.

"Miss me, Kitten?"

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THE END

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