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Episode 6:

Gots To Get The Hell Up Out Of Here 💨

 

 

 

 

The sound of a blender wakes me from my sleep. Slowly opening my eyes, my surroundings seem unfamiliar to me. Sitting up in a panic, I rub the sleep from my eyes, searching the space for anything that may stand out to me.

As the room comes into focus, so does my memory, as I remember where I am and how I got here. After leaving the club, I left with Jakolbi whom I’d met there. We came to back to his house, ate our food, then talked all night until I fell asleep.

Standing to my feet, I stretch my arms to the ceiling, before moving around the room. There isn’t much in here aside from a few photos of Tupac Shakur, The Black Panther Party, and others to include Mike Tyson and Muhammad Ali.

The plush carpet feels good as I purposely slide my feet across it. Noticing my clothes, I’m still dressed in the clothes that Jakolbi took off last night, giving them to me to wear. If that had been Otto, I’d be stripped bare, sore, barely able to move, and covered in bruises everywhere except my face.

He has such a calm exterior demeanor, but it didn’t take me long to see how he uses it to trick the girls. He definitely fooled me.

It brings a smile to my face at the thought of Jakolbi not touching me and even covering me with a blanket while I slept.

 

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Walking out of the family room, I cross the hallway, following the noise of the blender. Entering the kitchen, Jakolbi stands shirtless, in a pair of gym shorts, cooking something that smells so good my stomach rumbles.

Damn! He’s fine. I mean he was fine last night, but he looks even better during the day. Seeing him slaving over a hot stove has my mouth watering for something that isn’t food.

“Did I wake you?” He asks.

“No.” I answer. “How did you know I was standing here? Your back is turned to me.”

Walking into the kitchen, I walk over to the stove, peeking around his broad, muscular arms to see what smells so good.

“You’re not as quiet as you think.” He tells me. Turning off the stove, he scoops the scrambled eggs from the pan, placing them on the plate he has lined up on the counter. He’s placed two sausage links on each plate, with a serving of cheese grits, and one biscuit. “You drag your feet when you walk, and I heard the pants swishing.”

“I can’t sneak around for nothing. I was trying to be quiet.” I say.

Leaning over, he drops a kiss to my forehead, then my cheek, then my nose. He stops himself just before he reaches my mouth, hovering there a second before he turns his attention back to the stove, wiping down and making sure everything is turned off.

“How did you sleep?” He asks.

“The best I have in a while.” I answer. “It felt good to not be violated in my sleep for once. Waking up well rested is foreign to me.”

Grabbing the plates from by the stove, he brings them over to the counter where I currently stand, placing them there.

“What the fuck do you mean you were being violated in your sleep?” He questions.

The sudden drop of his tone, etched with the firmness of him wanting to know his answer right away, makes me flinch. He’s standing next to me patiently waiting for an answer that I’m not willing to give.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, Jakolbi’s hardened demeanor softens. Stepping over to me, I’m frozen, unable to move, watching him move closer and closer into my space. He brings his lips to my forehead, leaving them there as he enjoys the moment. My eyes close and my heartbeat slows as he holds me in his arms.

My arms lift from my sides, wrapping around his neck, as I bring my head to rest on his chest. Bringing his hands under my ass, he lifts me, placing me on the kitchen counter. I bring my legs to rest around his waist as he strokes my back.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes. His tone much softer than before. It’s more caring and nurturing and something I can definitely get used to. “I can be a bit cold sometimes. It’s something I’m learning to get a handle on. I just heard…I didn’t mean to trigger you.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll have to grow out of it one day. I know it’s going to take time.” I reply.

Pulling back, he cups my chin, lifting my face up to look him directly in the eyes. When he speaks his next words to me, I melt under his touch.

“No woman deserves to be violated, especially by a man claiming her as his own.” He says. “And for one to cause harm to that same woman while she’s sleeping, says more than one’s imagination can create. Lucky for him, he’s going to get what’s coming to him. The more I hear about him, the more I want to hurt his ass.”

“You’re so protective and I love that about you. It’s something I’m not used to but would love to experience. I can’t wait to have a man ready to crash out behind me. I’ll do anything for him just knowing he has my back.” I say.

“I guess it’s a blessing you’ll never have to want that again.” He replies. “If you’re willing to try, slowly, one day at a time, I’m more than willing to show you what it’s like to be with a man that truly values the woman he’s with.”

There are so many scenarios’ running through my mind that I can’t keep track of what my mind should be focused on.

“One question then.” I say. “And to be frank, this may or may not influence my decision on if I want to press forward with you.”

Leaning back, he backs away from between my legs, letting them fall limp against the counter, he looks down into my eyes. His face is neutral as he waits for my question.

“You can ask me whatever your heart needs answers for. Don’t hold anything back.” He answers.

“Why were you in prison?” I ask hesitantly.

Jakolbi remains silent longer than I’d like, but I assume its because the answer he’s going to give, may not be one that I like. When I think he’s going to not tell me, I turn my body in a position facing away from him while staying seated on the counter.

 

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A yelp escapes me as Jakolbi repositions me on the counter, giving him better access to me. He opens my legs, sliding between them once more. As if my legs have a mind to think for themselves, they wrap around his waist again as if they’re at home.

“Where are you going?” He questions.

“I don’t know. Somewhere.” I answer honestly. “I’m assuming whatever you’re about to tell me must be bad since your hesitant about it.”

“I was arrested for murder.” He says.

That makes my heart drop. Murder? He’s a damn certified killer which makes him no better than Otto. Now my dumb ass is in this man house, wrapped all around his fine ass, without a clue of what he’s capable of.

“Did you, do it?” I ask, eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” He answers.

“Oh, hell nah.” I say frantically. “I gotta go! Gots to get the hell up outta here.”

Unwrapping my legs and arms from his body, I hop down from the counter. I’m only able to take about two steps before he stops me, lifts me off my feet, placing me back on the counter again.

“You hear murder and don’t want to hear the reason? But you allow a man that supposedly loves you, to do whatever he wants to and yet you stay.” He says. “After all of the kindness I’ve shown you thus far, I can’t even get the chance to explain my truth. That’s insane.”

Dropping my eyes to the floor, I refrain from making eye contact with Jakolbi. He doesn’t allow me to do it for long, as he lifts my face back up to his.

“Umm…I…” I stutter, unable to find my words.

“If you truly want to know, I’ll tell you. If not, I’ll drive you to wherever you want to go.” He says.

“I’m sorry for judging you before allowing you to speak. I do want to know, but I’m scared of what your answer is going to be.” I tell him.

Taking a deep breath, he prepares to tell me the truth. Only I don’t know if I’m ready to hear his truth. But after giving Otto time after time of explaining himself over dumb shit that I know he did, I’m going to give this man a listening ear.

I just hope that after he’s told me, I can still stomach wanting to be in his presence.