New Beginnings

Chapter 63

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When I woke up, Cayson wasn't in my arms anymore and it was dark outside. How long was I asleep?

"Chres??", I asked loudly. I didn't get an answer. I called again one more time before deciding to get up.

I went to kitchen to find not Chres, but an empty pizza box. Thanks for saving me some, I thought to myself.

I walked out and down the hallway passing up the bathroom until I got to Cayson's room. I opened the door and saw that he was sound asleep in his crib. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the head. I then turned on the baby monitor that was on the drawer.

I walked out, closing the door and made my way to my room. I tried to open it but the door was locked. "Chres open the door please."

The door opened and my mouth fell open as I saw my mom and Chres next to each other. They were on their knees with their mouth & feet tied together. There were two men standing behind them.

"Wha-", I was interrupted by a man grabbing me from behind. He held me with his arm across my neck and, Im guessing, a gun against my head.

"Where is it?", the man asked.

Seriously. I JUST get home and shit starts happening.

"I don't know what you're talking about", I said in a shaky voice.

"You know exactly what Im talking about", he said.

"I don't--"

"WHERE ARE THE FUCKING DRUGS? DO I NEED TO TIE YOU UP TOO?!", he yelled in my ear making me jump. He made his grip on my neck tighter and it was making it harder to breath.

"Drugs?" I looked at Chres and he had guilt all in his eyes.

"Im so sorry", he whispered looking down. I can't believe this.

"I don't know. Please believe me", I said.

He let go of me and pushed me to the ground next to my mom.

"Watch them", he said to the guys behind us.

He walked out and seconds later I heard the door open from the baby monitor.

He was in Cayson's room.

He came back, carrying my baby in his hands.

"Now I'll ask you guys one more time. Where. Are. They." He brought the gun to Cayson's head and I nearly lost it.

"Please don't?!? Please you can take anything you want but give me my baby! Please don't kill him", I cried. "Chres tell him where they are!!"

"If I had any right now wouldn't you think I'd give it to him!?", he yelled.

I shook my head and turned to my mom. "Im so sorry mom. I didn't even know he was selling drugs."

She nodded and then glared at Chres. I looked back over to the man that had my baby.

"How about we play a nice game of Russian roulette", he smirked.

"What is that?", I asked worried.

He sat down on the bed with Cay still in his arms. He poured all five bullets out of his gun. After that, I took one bullet, put it in, and spun it.

"Im going to ask each and every one of you. If you don't tell me where it is, I'll shoot. If you're lucky, it'll be a empty one. But if not, I guess you'll just die."

"Man don't do this. I already told you there's nothing. You've searched through out the house. There's nothing he-"

The man pointed the gun at me, completely ignoring what Chres was saying. My breathing stopped at how scared I was.

"Where are they?", he simply asked.

"I don't know", I said putting my head down.

He was about to pull the trigger. "Im sorry, Cayson", I whispered before he pulled it.

It clicked.

I let out a sigh of relief and started to cry again. "Can you please stop now?!"

He pointed the gun at Chres and his eyes went out.

"Where are they?", he repeated.

"Nigga I don't have any!!", he shouted.

The man pulled the trigger and it clicked again.

Now there were 3 empty and one bullet left. If we were lucky enough, my mom and Cayson would live.

He pointed it at my mom and asked the same question. She answered the same way and my breathing quickened.

He shot out nothing once again.

"Y'all got some luck", the man laughed. How was this funny to him?

He pointed the gun at Cayson's head. "So Im guessing no one is still gonna tell me to save your precious little son?"

"When are you going to give up! There's nothing here so leave!", Chres shouted.

"Fine then. 50/50 right?", the man said pulling the trigger.

There was a shot.

Cayson's blood was splattered onto us. The man got up and dropped my baby on the floor.

"NO!!!!", we all cried out.

I crawled over to him and picked his limp body up. The whole back of his head was gone.

My baby was gone.

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I know what you're all thinking.. Was that a dream?

Maybe it was a dream.. Maybe it wasn't.

Or Maybe Some Foreshadowing?