Heyyyyyy guyssss !
I know I’ve been gone for some months but that was because I really had to focus on school.
BUT now Im back. And Im gonna give you guys the last 2 parts of the mini-fanfic and Im thinking about starting a new one.
Nightmares can eventually become sweet dreams.
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Then its over and Im officially retiring.
“Chris, I need for you to go and check when the Mezza piece is coming in? I want to hurry and replace the Zchlock piece before the weekend. It’s getting old to me now. ” My boss said.
I quickly nodded and headed toward the office in the back.
I couldn’t lie and say that Kai wasn’t on my mind ‘cause she was. I missed her and I’d only been here for about two hours. It seemed like time was passing by too damn slow. I wanted to hurry home and see my baby. She was waiting for me.
I checked the inventory dates to see when the piece and walked back onto the floor to find my boss. I looked over to the door and saw him talking to two officers.
I laughed slightly to myself.
What the hell this nigga do? I knew he had a record. He looked like a dude with a past.
I was about to walk over there but I didn’t want to be nosy.
Suddenly I see my boss turn his body and narrow his eyes at me.
The fuck was his problem?
He then pointed to me and the officers nodded before making their way over to me in a hostile manner.
“Christopher Brown?” One of the officers said once they approached me.
“Yeah.” I nodded wondering what they wanted.
“You are under arrest for the Abduction charge of Kai Dawson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state.”
I stood there shocked as hell as the roughly spun me around and placed the handcuffs onto my wrist.
“Wait, wait! This has to be a mistake! I haven‘t abducted anyone. Kai, She-She’s my girlfriend!” I tried to reason as they began to push me to the front door.
The onlookers in the gallery began to whisper and it was making me upset. I was just confused as hell.
“Wait! Listen, listen to me!” I yelled trying to plant my feet on the ground but somehow they were stronger than me.
“Stop, this is a mistake!”
They didn’t listen.
They ended up throwing me in the back of the car closing the door in my face as I tried to explain.
I was totally embarrassed. People were looking at me and I knew I had lost my job. I knew that was a guarantee.
I sighed as I sat back in the seat trying to dismiss the pain that the cuffs were causing my wrist.
All I had to do was explain that was a big misunderstanding.
Yeah, that’s all I had to do.
“Okay Christopher, talk.” Detective Martin said as he sat across from me in the dimly lit room.
It was kinda funny to me ‘cause I felt like I was in an episode on CSI or some shit like that.
I guess this was my interrogation time.
“About what?” I asked clueless.
I just wanted to know why I was here.
“You do know why you‘re here right?”
“Not really. They said something about abduction? I‘m confused.”
“Yes. The guardians of Kai Dawson are pressing charges.”
“I didn’t abduct anyone, though. Me and Kai…” I trailed off, thinking carefully before I spoke.
“You and Kai?” he urged.
“We-” I started and then looked up at him. “We‘re together.”
“Well that’s not what she claims. In the report it says-”
“Fuck the report!” I yelled and slammed my fist against the desk.
I was getting angrier by the minute. They knew nothing about me and Kai. They ain’t know shit.
“The report ain‘t nothing but what her bitch ass parents WANT you to think.”
“But these are all Kai‘s words. She said that you drugged her-”
“No! These aren’t her words. I know Kai. Her parents are making her say this. I know. Trust me, I know.”
He then sat back in hi chair and eyed me closely. I held his glare so he could see that I was serious.
“Alright, Chris.” he said finally before he got up headed out the room.
“My baby!” My mother cried as she ran to me with open arms.
I hugged her back knowing she was freaking out. I knew she didn’t know what to think.
Hell, neither did I.
She kissed my head once before walking to the other side of the table.
“Baby, how are you?”
“I‘m good, ma. You?”
“I‘ll admit, I‘m not okay.”
“What‘s wrong?” I asked concerned.
If anything was wrong with my mother I had every right to be concerned. She was all I had, family wise. She raised me and she was basically all knew my whole life.
She looked up at me and her eyes were wet.
She was crying.
I hated seeing my mother cry.
“Ma, tell me.” I urged.
She wiped her eyes before speaking.
“Christopher, what were thinking? ”
“Ma, it‘s okay. I‘ll be okay. I talked to the detective and told him the truth.”
“That me and Kai are together. The reason for all this happening is because the Dawson‘s cant expect us but don’t worry ma, it‘ll all work out.”
She looked at me and then cried some more.
My heart was breaking with every tear.
I hated this.
“Chris, they‘re saying you‘re ill.”
“Ill? I‘m fine, ma.”
“No. They‘re saying you‘re crazy Chris.”
“That’s what they want you to believe, ma.”
I eyed her closely.
“You don’t believe them, right?”
I waited patiently as she kept quiet.
I wasn’t crazy. I knew I wasn’t crazy.
Suddenly my anger was returning.
She believed them over her own son.
Her flesh and blood.
“How you gon‘ believe some bullshit like that, ma?!”
“Chris, what else am I supposed to believe?”
“That me and Kai are in love! Why cant no one just believe what the fuck I say! I ain‘t kidnap her.”
“Then what do you call keeping her locked up in your apartment?”
“I was protecting own relationship. I didn’t want people judging us.” I gritted.
I hated being asked these question and giving the same damn response.
“That doesn’t make any sense! Is she wanted to be with you, she could.”
“You don’t know-” I stopped and took a deep breath. I aint wanna go off on my own mama. I knew better.
“You don’t know shit.” I gritted and got up from the chair quickly.
The guard then opened the door leading me into the hallway then walking me to my cell.
Nobody knew shit.
I loved Kai.
Kai loved me.
It would all work out and I’d be out of here soon.
Then we wouldn’t have to hide us anymore.
We would finally be together.
how many chapter left for your new short storyAnonymous
He's like a big kid getting really worried and panicky when she was upset. Its like he isn't in his own mind. It's good that she's adjusting so that she can get out somehow. I just hope she don't catch feelings. She probably don't anyways cuz he kidnapped and raped her so. I don't even hate Chris. He's got a mental illness. I'm sure of it. It ain't his fault so I can't hate. How often do you update?Anonymous
Yes, he just loves her too much. Mental illness is quite correct.
I almost thought she was falling for Chris. I'm glad she got away before she did. Was that the last part?Anonymous
No. Maybe 3 or 4 left.
Im not falling for this shit, watch it be a dream or shit. no no no it was WAYYYYYYYY to easy to to to to easy. nope i dont believe it. Smfh at you making my heart beat fast. nahuh i dont believe it - K.CAnonymous
I was up early and getting ready to leave for work.
I rushed over to kiss Kai quickly on the forehead before I jetted out the house.
I didn’t wanna be late, plus I was trying to get some extra hours down at the gallery so I could save up for when me and Kai moved away.
I knew it meant spending less time with her now but eventually it’ll be worth it in the long run.
I locked the front door before walking down the empty hall where I was the only resident.
My apartment building was fairly new and I was the first to move on the third floor.
I hadn’t had any neighbors yet, but I was grateful. I didn’t need to be complaining about loud music our arguing while spending time with Kai.
It would be only a distraction.
I took the elevator down and headed out the building when I bumped into someone.
I looked up and saw that it was Mr. Dawson.
“Oh, hey, Mr. Dawson. It‘s a surprise seeing you here.”
He gave a small smile and for the first time in my life I’ve seen Mr. Dawson look horrible.
He was always a man of pride and value but today he just looked drained and lost.
He didn’t look like himself and it made me feel bad for him.
I wonder what was the problem?
“Chris, good thing I ran into you. Have you seen Kai?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Why? Is something wrong?”
I hated lying to him but I was doing this for me and Kai. If I told it would ruin everything.
Everything I worked for.
Everything I hoped for.
Everything I dreamed of.
“She‘s gone missing. And when I talked to her little friend Jessica she had said that she had left with you from the gallery.”
I swallowed hard.
I knew I didn’t like that Jessica girl. She just screamed bad news.
“Yeah, I saw her that day. We went to the diner to eat. Afterwards she left. She was on the phone with some dude name John..Jonathan..?”
“Yeah.” I snapped as I pretended to remember. I knew the little nigga’s name.
“Well we already talked to him and he said she was with you.”
“Yeah, and afterwards she left to either head home or go over his place. I offered to drive her but she declines. You know I would tell you if I knew anything Mr. Dawson. Kai‘s like family to me.”
He sighed and ran his hand over his face before nodding.
“I know, Chris. I know. I‘m just so stressed out. My little girl is gone and no one knows where she is.”
He looked at me and I could tell he was falling apart.
I was beginning to fall apart too.
No. Think about the future Chris. Your future with Kai.
“Was that all that Josh kid told you? Maybe he knows more than you think he does?” I asked raising a brow. I needed a way to focus this shit on somebody but me.
“Um, he said Kai had called him last night. And he told us that she said she was safe. That she needed some time to think. ”
“Hm. That doesn‘t sound like Kai but then again maybe she‘s goin‘ through something and she needs some space.”
“But she hadn‘t showed any signs. She seemed happy. So that‘s why it‘s a bit unusual”
“Well maybe you need to look into that Josh kid thing. I mean, I‘m not trying to label him as a suspect or anything but what if, you know?”
He nodded quickly at me, looking as if I struck some type of light in his head.
“You‘re right. You‘re right. His story did sound somewhat suspicious. Tonight we‘re talking to the police so I‘ll throw that in. ”
“Thank you, Chris. I really mean it.,” he said as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
I smiled and gave him a slight hug.
“No problem, Mr. Dawson. I just hope Kai‘s okay.”
After we said our goodbye’s and I made him promise to keep me posted and headed off to start my workday.
The day was actually going better than planned.
Chris came back late, which I expected and hoped for.
He came in smiling holding a bag of Chinese.
“I brought dinner baby.”
He handed me my food before going into the kitchen.
I looked at it carefully and smelled it before actually trying to eat it.
Hell, I didn’t know if he poisoned it or some shit.
Reluctantly, I ate it.
Plus I was starving. I was tired of eating junk food all day.
It felt good to have real food in my stomach.
Not home cooked but close enough.
Afterwards we watched another movie, Whit Chicks, and this time I kinda laughed. Only because that movie is stupid.
When the movie ended I showered and once I finished Chris beckoned me over to him.
I slowly walked over, gripping my towel tightly to my body.
He licked his lips as he scanned over my body.
Once I made it toward him he placed his hands gently on my waist.
I took a shaky breath and held my towel tighter.
“I saw your dad today.” he mumbled and pulled me closer.
“You did?” I said as my heart raced.
“Yeah.” he nodded. “He‘s looked bad. He‘s worried about you. Everyone is but I bought us some time.”
I furrowed my brows.
“Bought us some time?” I repeated.
He laughed slightly and leaned in to kiss my lips.
“Don‘t worry about it. Just know I handled it. We good.” he mumbled against my lips.
And suddenly with one swift motion I was laid out on the bed and he then positioned himself on top of me. He then started to kiss my neck and I felt my skin get hot.
I don’t know why but everything concerning me getting out of here slipped my mind.
His kisses felt nice.
Wait, why am I enjoying this?
Push him away! My right mind screamed but the situation was too in the moment.
He moved to my lips and after a while I decided to kiss him back.
I only did it to see if I felt the spark that he obviously felt.
I couldn’t tell though. And strangely enough I couldn’t stop kissing him back.
Stop! My mind screamed.
My body didn’t seem to cooperate though.
He pulled away and smiled against my lips.
“Let me make love to you, Kai.” he mumbled before beginning to kiss me again.
I sprang up in bed to only see Chris pulling his shirt over his head.
“Morning sleepy head.” he joked.
I looked and realized that is was morning. I looked down and it all felt like déjà vu except this time me and Chris actually did have sex.
I felt all the blood drain from my face. I knew I had to look pale.
I can’t believe I actually did it.
Why? Why would I?
“I gotta go. But I‘ll be back later, okay?” he said right before he pecked my lips and left.
I wanted to break down and cry.
I felt disgusted with myself.
I had sex with the nigga who kidnapped me.
What was wrong with me?
I had to get out of here. I felt like I was now giving into this life. But I couldn’t give up.
I couldn’t give up my freedom.
Hurrying out of bed I found my clothes and clothed myself.
I then started to run around his apartment like a mad woman. There was only one thing stopping me from leaving.
This damn band.
I went into the restroom to find something that could possibly break it off.
I found nothing.
I went and did the same for the kitchen.
I tried to at least cut it with a knife but this damn thing was plastic.
“Ugh!” I huffed in frustration.
I got up and walked around a little more. Something had to work. Something.
I approached the hallway and saw a closet. I opened and looking around all I saw was a couple of jackets until I looked at the top shelf.
A tool box.
I eagerly reached for it and pulled it down. Once I opened it I smiled to myself.
I reached for the hammer and pulled it out. I closed the tool box and placed it on the shelf before closing the closet door back.
I sat down with my back against the wall trying to prepare myself mentally.
If I miss I could really injure my ankle and end up looking like a dumbass.
But I had to try.
“Here goes nothing.” I mumbled and silently prayed to myself before aiming the hammer at the band.
I looked at it and saw it cracked lightly.
I smiled and tried again.
A big crack then appeared on the side and threw the hammer down before trying to pull it apart.
I used all the strength God gave me and luckily for me a piece had broken off.
I then used the hammer to break off a bigger piece so my ankle could fit through.
Once my ankle was free I got up so quick that I had to stand there for a moment to prevent from making myself dizzy.
Once I was stable I made a dash for the front door. I opened it and slowly took a step outside.
I almost cried when I realized that I was past two feet. I ran toward the elevator and pressed the down button a good thirty times before it actually opened.
I quickly got on and pressed the LOBBY button a hundred times.
I don’t know why but I felt like he was chasing me. I knew he was at work but I had to get out of here as soon as possible.
Once I made it to the Lobby I dashed out the front door and took off in the opposite direction where I knew he walked for work.
While I was running I saw the bus but I knew I couldn’t catch it. I had no money so I just kicked my speed up a notch and ran my ass all the way home.
At this very moment I was kind of grateful out town wasn’t that big.
It took me a good ten minutes to get home since I had trackstar’d all the way there.
The moment my home was in my peripheral tears came running down my face.
The neighbors on my street who were outside were looking at me in awe as I ran toward my house.
I raced up the steps and banged on the door like a madman. I kept banging and I didn’t stop until it swung it open.
I stood there, face to face with my dad. He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe it was me. We stood there just looking at each other and I wanted to say so much but nothing came out.
He glanced over me. Showing a mix emotion of anger and yet surprise. I knew he had to think something crazy since I knew he had talked to Chris. But to his own surprise it was the total opposite.
“Daddy.” I croaked and he immediately his face wrung worry and he reached out to hug me tight.
“Shhh. It‘s okay baby girl. It’s okay. You‘re home now.”