Two years have passed since Sa'hora was rescued from Christopher. It is now time for Christopher to suffer the consequences of his actions before a judge. With mix feelings from both Sa'hora and Christopher and the weight of the world and media on b...
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Christopher sped doing 100 miles per hour to the address Xavier had sent him. A million thoughts ran through his mind and he was swerving like a mad man as he tried to make it before it was too late.
He was hoping Xavier didn't lie to him. Regardless of his assistance, he was killing him as well. He was tired of these niggas. It could only be one psycho around here and it was going to be Christopher.
Or so he thought
He soon pulled up to the address and saw the surrounding landscape was really grown out and the house looked as if it was going to collapse at any given moment. It was clearly a foreclosure that was abandoned and no one cared about it anymore.
He pulled further into the driveway and soon saw the back of a car parked behind the house. He quickly parked and got out the car; blood still staining his shirt from the slaying of Bianca and Claudette.
Christopher went around the back to see there was a door linked to the garage. He kicked the door opened and made his way inside.
"Sa'hora-" he stopped and paused as his eyes took in the scene.
The door he entered lead into the kitchen. The home reaked of old blood and other smells of bodily fluids. There was dried blood splattered everywhere all over the white marble floor of the kitchen.
He covered his nose and walked further into the kitchen and almost vomited when his eyes landed on the kitchen table.
Sitting at the table was a decaying body of what appeared to be a man. The body was slumped over onto the table and the man's arm was laid across the table. His head was facing down and Christopher could see the skull of the man peaking through as maggots squirmed around him.
A noise turned his attention away from the disturbing sight and he continued down the hall. He had not a weapon in hand but with the way he was feeling, he didn't need one. He was taking that bitch ass nigga out with his bare hands.
He walked down the hall and heard whimpering. He shouted Sa'hora's name and quickly made his way down the hall to where it was coming from.
The noise led him to the last door of the hallway and without hesitation he kicked the door open to be greeted with a woman battered and naked laying on a dirty mattress. Needles and syringes surrounded her along with pieces of meth and heroin everywhere.
