Chapter 52 |
Kyela's Pov
I stared at her, scared to let her go on.
"Simone, what are you talking about?" I asked.
"Drew has a brother," she blurted. "When I was... with him, with Drew, we all lived together, the three of of us. He hated me, and I never why. I never knew why either of them hated me. I just lived with it, I guess. But, the night when you saved me, we had gotten into fight. It was them against me. They were so angry with me, and I remembered him telling Drew not to bring me back home for a couple days, or he might kill me," she explained.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier, Simone?!" I shouted.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Is that what you want?" I asked her, pressing for answers.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes momentarily. She shrugged, and I saw her face scrunch up as she began to cry.
"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know," she said, "I was scared that you'd say no if I told you before."
I sighed and reached across the console to grab her hand and comfort her. "You should've told me. I wouldn't've said no, but I would've found a way- a better way- to get this done. But we're here now, so we have to do this one way or another."
"Okay," she agreed.
"Grab the gun," I told her. She nodded, and I began to put my hair into a bun.
As I began to open the door, she put her hand in front of me to stop me.
"Put your head down," she demanded.
I ducked to where only my eyes could be seen over the dashboard as she did the same, and a pair of headlights went past us slowly. I could goosebumps rising on my skin as the car came to a slow stop, then quickly drove away.
"That was him," she whispered.
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We walked up to an old door that had the number 23 on it. Simone looked around the floor and looked under the doormat and bench before she checked if anyone was looking at us and kicked her foot into the door.
I gasped loudly as she pulled me into the apartment and shut the door behind us quickly.
"Why in the hell did you do that?!" I whispered harshly.
"I had to get the door open somehow," she answered nonchalantly.
I looked around the place and covered my nose since the room smelled like beer, must, and old pizza.
"Yeah, he must be depressed without his partner in crime," Simone said under her breath.
"Let me get you cleaned up first," she said before pulling me down the long hall to a room. She instructed me to sit at the desk in the room as she went across the hall to go and get something.
I surveyed the room, noticing large posters of bands and gang paraphernalia on the walls. I swiveled in the desk chair and found myself peeping through the drawers. In the bottom drawer, I saw a roll of cash, similar to what I see Michael with all the time, so I snatched it for myself and stuffed it in the front of my bra. It felt weird to steal money from someone just because I wanted to, but I had a strange feeling that it wouldn't be the last time I'd do it. I felt that I needed it for something.
Simone came back into the room with a wet rag and a box in her hands. I quickly shut the drawer and acted as if everything was normal and turned to face her. She gently rubbed the dried blood from my face and neck that I failed to do myself as I tried to find my happy place and think about it.
"Anything that looks girly is mine," she told me.
I nodded and she sat the rag down on the desk and proceeded to rummage through the drawers. She started dropping clothes and shoes into the box next to her as I went through the large walk-in closet to find anything that belonged to her. I started grabbing clothes off of hangers and pulled open a chest drawer that was full of underwear and bras. I grabbed as much as I possibly could and left the closet and dropped that stuff into the almost full box. She was looking on top of the desk and throwing lotions and perfumes into the box before she knocked somevthings onto the floor that sounded like metal.
I went over to the window and opened it to let the smell out as she bent down to pick it up, and I heard her gasp like she'd hurt herself. I quickly turned around to see her crying as she covered her mouth and held the burnt spoon and needle in her hand.
"Simone, put it down," I said calmly.
She never even flinched. She continued to hold it and stare at it as I walked towards her slowly. I reached out to grab it from her, and she let me take it from her, but she reached out for it, crying for me to give it back.
"Let me have it," she whimpered.
"No," I said sternly.
I set it down behind me on the desk, and she lunged for it, but I used all the power in me to force her away, and her screeches were piercing.
I grabbed her by the face, covering her mouth shut so that she would be quiet. I lowered her to the floor and hovered above her while she continued to cry to me.
"I can't let you have it, I can't," I said as I felt myself tearing up at her pain.
"Please," she cried, "It's apart of me. Let me-"
"No! No, Simone. I can't do that," I whispered. I wiped her tears gently. "It's not you. That's not you. You can't do that to yourself."
She covered her face and rubbed at her eyes until they were red. We sat on the floor in that position for a while before I finally realized where we were again.
"We need to get out of here. Did you get all your stuff?" I asked her.
She nodded, and I helped her up off the floor.
"Would you help me lift this box?" she asked me in a hoarse voice.
We got ready to lift the box until we heard footsteps from down the hall.
"What the hell?" I heard a man say. Simone and I looked at each like a deer in headlights as we both came to the realization that we were in trouble.
Simone's Pov
Fuck.
I got carried away in my emotions. Again. Now, I'm going to get her caught. Lord knows that she doesn't need this to happen to her too.
I was panicking in my head, trying to figure out a plan. Maybe I should just stay here and take the heat and let her go home.
No, she's too stubborn for that. I looked around the room for somewhere to hide, then I got an idea.
"The window," I whispered to her.
She looked towards the window then back to me before nodding in agreement. We both lifted the box and waddled towards the window as fast as possible. I used all my strength to push the box over the railing that separated the window from midair, and it went tumbling down.
I pushed Kyela forward and commanded for her to go on.
"What are you doing?" she asked me.
"Don't worry about me. I'm gonna hide. You just knocked the ladder down and go. I'll be there in a second," I told her.
"But-"
"Go now!" I whispered harshly.
I left the window open and moved away from it and moved towards the bed. I could hear him coming down the hall.
"Where the hell did I put those papers?" I heard him ask himself. I ducked quickly and pushed my way up under the bed and hoped that he wouldn't look under hear.
I heard the door creak open slowly, and I saw him walk past the bed and straight to the dresser. He began going through the stuff before turning around. He sighed and went over to the window and closed, making me curse to myself.
He left the room and turned the light off, leaving me alone in the dark. I waited until I couldn't hear him anymore to get out from under the bed and go over to the window. I was trying to lift it up, but it seemed like he had shut it too tight. I strained to try and lift it until I got it and pulled it up. Then the lights came on.
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