Jackson Imaginez / One Shots

Drunk In Love Pt.2

CAUTION: This part is pretty dark and are not fit for some readers.
If you are not comfortable with reading
Murder
Rape
Suicide
Then please don't read.

Also let me know if you want to see a part 3😉

Chance's POV

Three weeks had gone by and there was no sign of me reaching this man.
The night we met was a blur but at least I still remember his angelic name.
Michael.
I still remember his smell, his touch, and tone.
I also remembered everything he told me.
"You can never be seen around here. You are no longer welcome in this house. I am so sorry."
I just know that whatever it going on in that house cannot be good for neither of them.

I still had a picture of the address on my phone.
I was afraid that if I went there that something would happen to me or him.
I'm beginning to get the feeling that the problem isn't him.
It her. His wife.
He's terrified of her.
But why.

Today I was going to call a friend to tell about this so I can have someone to call for help if something goes down when I visit Michael today.

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I called my friend Galore, she's very smart and inquisitive.
She's one of my overprotective friends so I know for sure that if anything goes down then she'll definitely have my back.

"Girl! I know you're not about to go back after homeboy told you not to!" She said in a parenting tone and had her index finder all in my face.
"I have to! Something serious is going on and I think he's in trouble." I looked down at my fingers.
Then I slowly but surely, felt my breakfast rise up in my throat so I ran to the bathroom and spit up in the toilet.

"Chance, you good?" Galore came to hold my hair up and put it in a ponytail.
She went to get a towel to wet it with warm water and put it on the back of my neck as I spat up more.
This has been happening for the past week, I think I know what's happening but I have other things to worry about right now.

"Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I assured her.
I got up and brushed my teeth again and joined her in my living room.

"Girl you better get that checked out but anyways, it could all just be that his wife is a little too possessive of her man and he just doesn't wanna get caught—"
"No! I saw the fear in his eyes. There's something going down in that house that no one knows about. I am going to get to the bottom of it. I just....I just need you to have my back on this one. Please." I looked at her with sadness in my eyes and she reached over to comfort me by rubbing her hand on my back with concern.

"Ok," she exhaled. "Fine. But only because I've never seen you act this way with no damn one night stand before...."
"No, I haven't." I agreed.
"...The dick must have been good, huh?" She smirked and then we both laughed.

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We pulled up around to the corner of Michael's house in Galore's car.
"So, I'm going in and if anything goes wrong then I'll sprint outta there as fast as I can and once I get in, you'll drive off like Baby Driver okay?" I told her and waited for a response.
"Damn, okay. I gotchu." She looked at me as if I was kooky.

I nodded and exited the car and looked down at my phone to find the correct door to knock on.
When the address on my phone matched up to the address on a familiar house.
This is it.

I wasn't stupid so I looked around to see if his car was there or any unfamiliar car was there as well.
If I wanted to get answers then I had to be smart about the way I go about this.