Pleasure Over Business

Chapter 9

The house is completely destroyed. The couch is torn up, the mirrors and windows are broken. It looks like a tornado flew around my house. Something wet suddenly drips from the top of my head above me. I look up to see these words written in red paint: I told you I would find where you live, now your next. I scream to the top of my lungs and Christian comes running in within seconds.

 He scans around the house and immediately his face gets red, his hand in a fist in anger.

“I’m going to kill him! That’s it, you’re moving in with me! And that wasn't an option.” He growls. I widen my eyes at him.

 “When?” I ask softly, making sure I don't startle him.

“Now!” He pulls out his phone, calling the home movers.

“…Yes…I need home movers at Aaliyah Phillips’ house…now! I don’t care what time it is…I want it at my place…” He hangs up and calls someone else.

“Hello Rick, I’m going to need you to be at my house with in the next 30 minutes…What do you mean for what! I don’t f-ing care what time it is, get your ass there in the next 30 minutes or you’re fired!” He ends the call and turned to me.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I said softly. The last thing I need right now is him mad at me.

“Yes I did! I wasn’t having my girlfriend get killed over some maniac who doesn’t know how to back off.” He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Where is your suitcase, I’m going to put your clothes and everything else together.”

“It’s upstairs in my bedroom closet.”

He walks up to me, gently grabbing both sides of my face, and kisses my forehead.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He whispers then kisses me gently on my lips.

“I know.”

He lets go of me, walking the upstairs. I go over to my now shattered glass coffee table. I notice that my photo album with my parents and I laying there closed. I pick it up, peeking inside to notice all of it cut up. I’m going to kill him! I kicked the coffee table and throw the book. I swing at everything that was near me; the tv, the couch, stomping on the glass from the shattered table. anything Christian comes running downstairs, holding me tight.

“Aaliyah st-“

“No let go!” I scream.

“Aaliyah, you have to calm down.”

I suddenly stop because I have no strengeth left, falling into his arms.

“He destroyed the only thing I had left of my parents, and now it’s all gone.”

Christian walks me upstairs to the bedroom, sitting me on the bed next to him. A few moments later, I hear the home movers downstairs gatter everything that wasn't destroyed from all angles of the house.

“I will do everything in my power to make an end to this.”

Some of the home movers came into the room and took most of the stuff. As soon as they left, I started crying in Christian’s arms, I didn’t know what else to do. After getting myself together, we made our way downstairs and all the stuff that wasn’t destroyed was taken out of the house. We drove back to what is now our house and the men were already leavin, finished with putting everything together. We got out the car and a bald white man in pajama’s approached us.

“Hi, I’m Rick. Excuse my attire.” He raises his hand towards him me, but the only person I could tolerate touching me right now was Christian so I smiled.