Black Wynter 3 "The Final Judgement"

Chapter Ten

Kennedy didn't know where she was gonna go, but she knew that she was gonna get the fuck up out of Jo's house. Today. Kenny packed as much of her clothes as would fit into her Gucci luggage cases. Her suitcase was completely filled and so was her duffel. Now, she just had to call a cab to take her to the bus station. She just hoped that the cab would get there quickly. She didn't know when Jo would be coming back home and the cabs in PA tended to take long.

Just as Kennedy started dialing the cab number on her iPhone, she heard the front door open. Fuck, she thought. He's back. Kennedy looked down at her packed luggage and just knew that Jo was about to fuck her up for attempting to leave. Holding her breath, Kenny braced herself for the asswhopping that she knew was about to come.

The footsteps got closer and soon, the door to the bedroom flung opened. And in stepped... Fury. Kennedy let out a breath. Fury eyed Kennedy and all of her luggage, then let out a low whistle. "Going somewhere?" he asked her. Kennedy immediately got on defense mode. "Look, I don't give a fuck what you tell Jo! Fuck that! Yes, I'm leaving, I don't give a fuck! Fuck Jo and you can tell him I said it, Fury!" Kennedy spazzed.
Fury looked taken aback. He held up both hands, to show Kennedy that he didn't want nothing to do with what was going on. "Chill, Kennedy! I ain't here to tell Jo nothing! I just came to get something from the safe," he let her know. He then, slowly walked into Jo's large walk in closet, Kennedy ice grilling him the whole time. She didn't trust Fury.

While he went into the closet to do whatever it was that he had to do, Kennedy made her phone call to the cab service. She gave the operator her address and told them the name of the bus station that she wanted to be taken to. Fury reappeared out of the closet and looked at Kenny. He had clearly heard everything she said on the phone.

"You going back to New York?" he wanted to know. Kennedy said nothing, she only stared at him. Fury was cool, but Kennedy knew better than to let him know too much. He was Jo's friend after all. Not hers. "Kennedy, I'm not gonna tell Jo nothing. This is none of my business," Fury assured her. Kennedy sucked her teeth. "Whatever, Fury. You're a liar," she snapped.

"I'm dead serious. I know why you wanna leave him. I can't blame you. I love my bro, but I know that nigga crazy," he stated. Kennedy still stood firm. She was not about to tell Fury where she planned to go. Even though it was New York that she was trying to return to. Fury continued. "Look, Kennedy. If you gonna leave Jo, then cool. But don't go to New York. It's not safe there for you at all," he said.

"It's not safe for me here," Kennedy replied. Fury shook his head. "No. You don't understand. It's not safe for you at all, Kennedy," he let her know. "Well, I don't care! I'm going!" she yelled, walking towards the door. Fury stopped her. "No," he said. "I really can't let you do that," he told her. Kennedy pulled away from him. "Don't fucking touch me, Fury!" she screamed at him.

Kennedy was afraid of everyone. To her, everybody was out to hurt her. Kennedy hadn't felt real genuine love or care in a very long time, and she couldn't even see that Fury was really trying to look out for her at that moment. "Kennedy, please calm down. I'm only trying to help you," he told her. "Why would you want to do that?" Kennedy questioned, accusingly.

Fury sighed. This was why he didn't have a girl. They were too much to handle. But still, he didn't want to see Kennedy hurt and he let her know this. "I just want you safe," Fury answered her question. Kennedy considered it. When she didn't say anything, Fury went on. "Look, if you want to leave Jo, that's fine. It's none of my business. But I really don't want you to go to New York and get killed. So for that, I will let you stay at my place for a few nights. But in the meantime, you gotta find somewhere else to go. I don't wanna get in between this shit with you and Jo. But you can't go back to New York, Kennedy. For real. It's really not safe," Fury warned her.

Kennedy searched Fury's eyes, looking for any sign of deception. She found none. Figuring that it was okay to trust him, Kenny finally nodded. "Okay," she said, giving in. "Take me to your place."
*****
Fury's place was just as nice as her and Jo's place. The only difference was that you could tell that Fury was a bachelor. There was no sign of a woman living in Fury's house whatsoever.

Kennedy set her duffel bag down on the middle of the living room floor, as Fury made his way in behind her, carrying her suitcase. "Come on. Let's put your stuff in the closet. I don't want Jo to come over here and see your shit," Fury suggested.

Kennedy immediately tensed up. "Jo? He's coming over here?" she asked, frantic. Fury watched as Kennedy's eyes darted all around the room in paranoia. He felt bad. His mans had really done a number on this poor girl. "Chill, ma. It's all good. I'm just saying just in case," Fury said. He neatly placed Kennedy's things into his bedroom closet.

Coming back into the living room, he found Kenny balled up in the corner of one of his butter cream leather couches. Her arms were folded across her legs, knees up and tucked up under her chin. She stared into space, deep in thought and not blinking. Fury shook his head.

Walking closer, he sat down on the couch across from Kennedy and looked at her. He saw the bruises and marks all over her neck. The makeup she used to try and cover it up wasn't fooling nobody. "He was really beating on you, huh?" Fury asked. Kennedy looked at him, a scowl etched upon her pretty face.

Fury couldn't help but think how beautiful she was, even as she gave him the ugliest facial expression that she could. "You probably beat on women, too. Birds of a feather flock together," Kennedy spat, hatefully. But her words didn't faze Fury. They weren't true at all. "I don't hit women," he told her. "I have a mother, a grandmother and five older sisters. I love women," he responded.

Kennedy looked at Fury, taking in his looks, as she had done so many times before. The scar underneath his eye, gave him a rough look, but it fit him. It was kind of attractive. And she couldn't help but think of her beloved Blaze as she admired his dark chocolate skin complexion.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that," she muttered. The two of them sat quiet for a minute, still looking at one another. "Can I ask you something?" Fury suddenly asked Kenny. "What?" she demanded. She wasn't in the mood to answer dumb ass questions, she needed to plan her getaway from Josiah Graham. A plan that would get her away from him once and for all.

"Why you waited this long to leave him?" Fury asked her. "Because I didn't know how," Kenny answered simply. "Okay," Fury said back. He didn't understand what that meant, but he knew that he had no choice but to accept her answer.
*****
The next morning, Kennedy stood in Fury's kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee that she had helped herself to. Kennedy wasn't a person who needed too much help to feel comfortable on her own. She'd already gone all through Fury's fridge and cabinets, helping herself to whatever it was that she had wanted. Kennedy knew what the guy had to eat and what he didn't.

Fury walked into the kitchen in only his boxers, with his eyes closed as he yawned hard. Kennedy let her eyes wander all over his body, which she saw was detailed to perfection, with muscle and sexy biceps. She also peeped the shockingly large bulge in his underwear as well.

Fury jumped when he saw Kennedy standing in his kitchen. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, startled. "I deadass forgot you was here," he told her. Kennedy gave a small grin. "My bad," she said to him. "Nah. You good," Fury said, backtracking. He went to go grab his robe. "Damn," Kennedy murmured under her breath, when he was gone. The rising heat between her legs was a sensation that she hadn't felt in a while.