Hear Me Sin

Chapter Twenty Four

Inola looked back at his face and felt her heart skip a beat when he was already looking at her. His face was neutral which meant he probably didn't realize she had been checking him out. To save the embarrassment she smiled, trying to think of something to say.

Are you going outside later today?

French nodded his head, he had to get them more clothes. Well she needed more clothes at least. Not much, but she was running out and the mixing and matching were all starting to look like the same thing.

Great, well can you get me a burner phone while you're out there? She had talked to her kids and her mom last week, but she wanted to talk to them again. And perhaps call Omari's parents to see how he was doing. She hadn't spoken to them in a while, but last she heard his eyes were now open. He was probably wondering where she was and what she was doing.

French got up, finished with his workout for the day. "Yes." He said slowly so she could read his lips.

Inola clapped and squealed. Thank you French Fry, you're the best.

French felt all the blood drain from his body and he wondered if that was what it felt like when someone was bleeding out. Where there was nothing they could do to stop it. He turned toward her, eyes narrowed. "What?" He mouthed.

Inola didn't know what she did but she could tell he was mad.

In that moment French got so many flashbacks of he and Uki. He felt like he was reliving every moment with her and it was torturous. Everything flashed before his eyes, up until the point he came home and realized she was dead. French grabbed Inola's arm, ignoring the pain on her face.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He said completely disregarding that she couldn't hear him.

Inola was trying to pull away, he definitely didn't have muscle for nothing because it felt like he was about to snap her arm. French you're hurting me! Inola signed.

French let go but more so in a way where he shoved her away. She fell on her ass and sat there in shock, clutching her arm. She was terrified but when she looked up at him, he had already bent down to her height as he now had his phone shoved in her face, showing her the note he just created.

Why the fuck where you in that room? I told you not to ever go in there! Why is it that you can't listen? Everything I tell you not to do, you do and everything I tell you not to touch, you touch!

Honestly speaking, if French would've checked his cameras around the house, he would've seen her going in that room on several occasions. But he seemed to have no interest in looking at his cameras unless Inola was in her bedroom.

French was so angry, he felt so disrespected. He felt like she had disrespected Uki. He knew she was in the room at some point, because she called him French Fry. Uki was the only person in the world to ever say that. Not even his own mother had ever called him that. So it was impossible for her to have just come up with the name unless she saw something of Uki's where the name was mentioned.

He felt steam coming out his ears. He never wanted her using that name. She would never be Uki. French snatched her face, ignoring her tears. He didn't care that he was scaring her. She started this first by blatantly entering a room he told her he wasn't comfortable having her in.

"Don't you ever in your fucking life call me that."

Inola managed to read his lips, her big brown eyes filled with tears. He had said some asshole things before but she had never cried. Now she was feeling really bad. She quickly nodded her head, wishing she was anywhere but here.