things are looking up for zion and blythe. no more attempt murders, no more running, no abuse.....but things take a turn for the worse....
*sequel to enemies with benefits✨🖤*
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Zion i woke up to blythe not by my side. i assumes she was downstairs since the bathroom light was off. i got up and put on a shirt. i walked downstairs to see her pacing back and forth, but stopping as soon as she saw me.
"babe, you're awake." she hugged me.
"are you okay?" i asked letting go of her.
"yeh, why?" she tried acting natural.
"you were pacing back and forth."
"oh, it was nothing. i was just thinking." she said heading to the kitchen.
"are you lying to me?" i asked her. she looked at me in "shock" and walked over.
"why would i ever lie to you?" she asked touching my cheek.
"i don't know, but you seem like you're lying."
"oh, i would never. especially during a time like this."
"okay, right, but you-"
"have breakfast! we haven't really eaten as much in a few days, so.." she gave me pancakes.
"babe, are you sure you're okay?"
"i mean, my daughter is out there missing, probably scared to death and calling for her mother and.." she stopped and wiped the tears.
"i know, baby. you don't have to act like everything is back to normal." i said.
"do you want coffee?" she changed the subject.
"uh, no, i'm fine." i said placing the pancakes on the table.
"i have to...um...go do something." she said.
"do what?"
"an errand. i wanna be on my own, so i'll call you later." she said taking her purse.
"blythe, are y-"
"zion, i'm all right for now, okay? stop worrying, okay?"
i sighed.
"okay.." she smiled and kissed my forehead.
"bye, love you."
"love you too." and she left.
yeah, there's something up.
Blythe i got a text from an unknown number saying that i should go to the alley where i was almost killed a couple years ago. seems dumb to listen to, but i was told that something of my daughter's would be there. yes, i should've told the police and zion, but i was told to come alone. i had a knife in my bag for protection.
when i arrived, i slowly walked into the alley. i saw dry blood.
"is that mine?" i asked, but that was from years ago. when charlotte almost killed me and karen shot me.
i saw a bag lying on the dry blood. i took it and saw some of alanna's dark brown curls. i put my hand on my mouth and started crying. i opened it and saw a note that said:
did you miss me?
i turned and looked all around to see if anyone was there, but no sight of a soul. i took it and went back to my car. i punched and hit the wheel before banging my head. the frustration and the anger i feel was through the roof. i drove back home. i wiped my tears and my face and tried to look as normal as possible. who could have possibly written this anyway?
"hey zion." i said forcing a smile.
Zion "hey?"
she looked tired and sounded upset. her eyes were red.
"what happened?"
"nothing." she lied again.
"stop lying to me."
"i'm not...lying." she hesitated.
"you are. i've known you all my life. we've been together for 6 years. when did all the lying start?"
"what are you talking about?"
"one of the knives was missing. do you have it?"
"no." she said. i took her purse and took out the knife.
"no, huh?" she looked down.
"you can't even look at me." i said.
"i'm sorry." she said.
"why are you lying to me? what happened to having each other's back and trusting each other?"
"look, i'm just lost okay?" she started crying.
"then talk to me." i said placing my hands on her shoulders.
"i cant." she said.
"why? you don't trust me?"
"i don't want you getting hurt."
"right now, it's not about me. if this has something to do with our child, then you have to tell me."
"it's better if i don't. i was specially told not to or you and alanna could possibly get hurt and-"
"woah, what? if you're in danger, you have to tell me. who told you that? where did you go?"
"please, don't make me do this. i want you to be safe."
"i don't give a damn about my safety! tell me what's going on."
"i'm gonna go upstairs, okay? you have a short temper and i don't feel like getting yelled at right now."
"come on, baby please. this is my kid too. if you know anything, just tell me, i'm begging you."
"i'm gonna go change." she left. i sat on the couch and place my hands on my head.
