His Emancipator🖤 [His Duet #1]

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

“The look of terror on your face tells me everything I need to know” she continues. Although I barely register her words. Lost in my own train of thought, of two corpses I’ll be forced to bury if things go south.

I jerk away instantly when a hand lightly caresses my cheek. “Get. Out.” I growl, my head in my hands.

She ignores me. “I said get the fuck out of my room Madison!” I roar louder that I’m even surprised of the sound myself.

Madison retreats so fast I hardly see her run out of the room. Getting up from the bed, I clench my right fist so tightly I end up punching my bedroom wall, leaving a dent. Great now I have two useless hands.

I wish I could do more than leave a dent. Like burning this house to the ground with the demons in it.

I’m furious, livid even. I pace around the room like a lioness in distress, ready to inflict excruciating pain on any rival that comes close to her cubs.

I’m tense all over the body. I can’t think straight because I’d rather die than bury the only people who give a shit about me.

What if Zuri’s dad really refuses to help. Then what? I don’t have any option left other than spending the rest of my life in a toxic marriage or ending myself before they get to the people I care about. Zuri included.

And to think I keep on lying to Zuri. I really wish she knew why Crapper is so against me leaving his daughter. I wish I could tell her what happens off the record. I couldn’t even tell her the whole truth on how I hurt my palm. Would I really find the courage to tell her everything else?

I cut myself picking up broken glass. At least that part of the statement was right. I just omitted the part where Madison dug her heel on the dorsal of my hand when I was picking it up.

I don’t know how long I pace the room or when I settle back on my bed. But I do and just when I’m starting to cool down, she walks back into my room. Taking hints has never been her strongest suit.

“I thought I told you to get out”

“Yeah and I did. Now I’m back. I don’t give a shit if you’re having a mini midlife crisis. I have a party in an hour. I need drinks”

“Do I look like a tank of keg to you?” I snap.

She sneers “Talk to me like that again and I’ll unload a dozen tanks of keg on your head”

I run my hand through my hair. I’m really tired of the Crappers’ bullshit. For the sake of my loved ones, I bite my tongue.

Knowing she won’t be paying for the drinks anyway, I pick my wallet and beeline out of the room. Leaving her standing there like the scarecrow she is.

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Once I’ve delivered the drinks, I walk back to my room. I need a peaceful, quiet night to myself. Noise cancelling headphones it is.

I draw the curtains and switch on the lights since it’s getting dark outside. This is my happy place for now. I hope Madison and her friends stay away from it.

Lying on the bed, my mind drifts to Zuri. Every time I see her, her beauty lures me in like a moth to a flame.

God, I want to do things to her. I’ve wanted to kiss her for the longest time, drag her to the corners of hell with me. But then again she’s too good to reside there.

I have a strong pull towards her but I’m not ready to react on it. Yet. I can’t disrespect her like that. For all she knows, I’m in a relationship. Doing anything with her right now means letting her carry a heavy guilt. I’ll wait. I can do that.