Fallon
I sit with my hands folded on the couch in the living room and don't make a sound. It's been three weeks since I've been imprisoned here. Donnell's guard stands and watches me.
I hear Donnell's cellphone ring from the kitchen and him pick it up. A minute later, Donnell comes out with a bored expression on his face.
"I'll be back." He says while grabbing his keys.
"Make sure this hoe doesn't try anything. If she does, you have my permission to knock some sense into her." Donnell instructs his guard.
Really? I bite my lip and stare at my bruised hands. I hear the front door open and close and let out a somewhat sigh of relief. It's quiet between us.
"Wanna make a deal?" He asks.
I look up surprised.
"For what?" I ask suspiciously.
"I'll help you escape if you let me hit it." He says with a grin.
He has grillz. I hate grillz so much. I won't give what's left of my pride over so easily.
"I'll pass." I respond.
I hear him "Tsk" and come towards me.
"I've seen the way you been looking at me these past couple weeks. I know you what this." He says.
Something inside of me explodes.
"Shut the fxck up and leave me alone!" I snap.
He stops for a moment then grabs my leg. I use my other one to kick him away. I scream as he holds down both of my legs.
"What you need to learn to do is fight him!" He yells over me.
I stop and stare at him.
"Fight back. Your screams aren't pleasant." He says while letting me go.
He sits on the ground in front of me and I pull my legs up to my chin.
"I'm too weak." I say while staring at my bruised arms.
"I can teach you. You have something in you."
"How? Donnell is almost always around."
"Well, he's not here now." He says.
Can I trust him? I stare into his dark eyes in search of sincerity.
"Okay..." I say hesitantly.
Michael
My love,
Everyday I think of you. My heart aches to see you, hold you, caress you. You've been gone for so long. Is it bad that I've begun to move on? Fallon catches my eye, but her past is deep. Maybe it's too much for me to handle. Two broken people in a relationship seems toxic, but it makes sense to me. I love her.
-Michael
I fold the letter and place it in the bottom drawer of my office desk. Work. That's what I need to do. I open the folder my assistant placed on my desk this morning and push myself through the dumb case. A couple going through a divorce.
I begin to tap my foot as I read. Fallon pops up in my head every time I hit a period. I slam the folder shut and get up.
I pass by Catherine, my secretary.
"Sir?" She asks stopping me.
"Yes?"
"What about your 3 o'clock?" She asks.
"Reschedule it. I need to do something." I reply before leaving.
Author's Note
I can't. 😐 vote, comment.