After Emyr left her sitting in jail, Zahara returns for revenge. But will she truly get back at him? Or will he manage to slither his way back into her life?
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✯ ZAHARA NICOLE WHITE, 25 "Princess" "Baby I've tried, but I cant unlove you."
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✯ EMYR SEKANI MOORE, 27 "Prince" "You know you got your hooks in my soul mama."
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SITTING on the toilet, she held her head in her hands. Lifting her head up slowly she grabbed the test off the counter face down, her hands visibly shaking. Letting out a shaky breath, she turned the test over, revealing the results.
Pregnant, 2-3 months.
This was the third test she'd taken, all three now showing the same results. There was no way these tests were faulty due to her buying 2 different brands of tests. Wiping the tears she didn't notice were falling, she grabbed all 3 tests before heading out the bathroom. She hid the tests in her purse before headed downstairs toward the kitchen, her mind racing with ways to tell her boyfriend. They'd brought up the topic of kids a few times, neither of them opposing the idea. They'd never used a condom so it was bound to happen, but nevertheless, that didn't stop her from having doubts due to both of them being heavily involved in the "business".
The thought of them raising a child together brought her nothing but joy. Seeing the way he interacted with his nephews confirmed that he'd be an amazing father. Grabbing her phone off the island, she began looking on Pinterest for dinner ideas later tonight so she could tell him the news. Just as she had found the dish she wanted to make, she got a message from her newly found baby father.
My Myr ❤️
When I get home we gotta talk. Actually nevermind Open the door
Before she could even get up, the door opened, revealing Emyr. His eyes read anger, a mood he seemed to be in often. She walked toward him with her arms opened to embrace him, but instead was met with cold metal pressed against her temple. Popping her eyes open, she looked at Emyr, who seemed unfazed at the fact that he had a gun pressed against his girlfriend's temple.
"So you thought I wouldn't find out Zahara? Huh?" He questioned, applying pressure to her head with his gun. His finger twitched above the trigger, almost as if he was itching to shoot.
"Emyr baby what are you talking about? Find out about what?" She muttered, her body raising in temperature as she tried to remain calm. But it didn't work, as her chest was visibly heaving up and down.
"You been working with yo peoples tryna plot to kill me AND you stole from me.. do you think I'm dumb Nicole?!" His voice boomed, causing her to flinch out of fear. Furrowing her eyebrows, she cut her eyes to stare directly into his, his pupils were dilated, almost as if he wasn't here.
Shaking her head, she turned around making her way back toward the kitchen. But before she could make it there she was turned around and thrown against the wall behind her. Her back arched off the wall aching in pain before her neck was grabbed roughly, seeing Emyr's inked arms around her neck, squeezing her throat tightly as he smiled watching her claw at his hands, signaling she couldn't breathe.
"You're dumber than I thought you were mama, I really really want to kill you but I love you too much to do so. So, I'm just going to leave, okay?" He reached up and gently caressed her cheeks, loosening his grip before she lost consciousness.
He let go of her neck, watching her body drop down to the ground before he stepped over her and out the house, slamming the door behind him. She waited until she heard his car descending down the street before she quickly got up, running upstairs to pack a bag. She knew she had to get out, and fast. Although she hadn't spoken to her family since before she moved to New York, she knew he was crazy and she didn't want to risk a miscarriage for her first child. So she rushed to grab her things, throwing the, into a bag. Just as she was done packing there was a knock on the door. Sighing in frustration, she went downstairs to open the door, seeing multiple officers on the other side.
"How may I help y'all?" She questioned, genuinely confused on why they were here, she lived on 12 acres of her own land, so it wasn't possible for any neighbors to call about a disturbance.
"Put your hands up Ms. White. We know about everything, you're under arrest for the distribution and selling of illegal narcotics."
