It has been 2 months since the 'Incident' and Karris was back with Ken'Ichi, breathing the same air as him, living with him, eating with him, sharing the same bed as him. At first it was bliss, they spent every minute with each other, revelling in each other’s scent, loving one another to heights even they could not comprehend but the love started to wear thin. He was back to his old ways; going out till late, coming home drunk, fucking everything that moved apart from Karris. He was even more violent towards her, less verbal, more...demanding. It was all the excitement from the incident that occurred, brought a new spark into their lives that was well needed. It brought the love back to life and the sex into heaven.
2:30AM- She heard a bang come from the hallway. He was back again from his nightly excursions. In a drunken stupor, he knocked down the vase in the hallway, smashing it into pieces- that were a gift, from her mother. She remained in bed, curled up in a foetal position, reminiscing back to the night of the incident.
'I sat on the bed, watching silently as the men in black came to clean up the mess that was on the floor. Ken’Ichi was casually chatting to one of the men about the dead girl on the floor, explaining in detail what had happened here. The men in black were actually hood rats that hung about the nearby estate who also happen to work for Ken and his merry band of coke dealers. Ken was still talking to the guy from before, both of them stealing glances my way every now and then. I knew he would lie, lie about the incident, lie about who the girl was, and lie about why she came but he definitely could not lie about who shot her. It was bait that I did it because my clothes are covered with brain matter, including some of my face and also I was still holding the gun. Ken knew all of them personally like brothers, but he would still lie to them, friend, foe, and lover or family, he will ALWAYS lie. The man that was chatting to Ken walked up to me with a stern face, his lips moved obviously talking to me but I could not hear him, just the deafening sound of the gun going off in my hand, over and over and over again. He started to shake me now, trying to get my attention, trying to get me to listen but I just could not focus on his voice. The one person who I would have listened to was the one person I now wanted to kill but Lord knows love wouldn’t let me harm him. The amount of love I have for this man is too much, enough to kill… Well, we can all see that now… but the scary part is how little he loves and respects me. I just killed a girl for him and he won’t talk to me; I am willing to do more and he still won’t talk to me. I had had enough of his bullshit.
I got up from the bed, pushing the man out of my way or rather he jumped out of my way to avoid being another bloody corpse on the floor. I walked towards Ken with the gun aimed at his head, he didn’t move; show any fear or even any emotion. It seemed like time had stopped around us, everyone froze, watching us; watching me, watching him, watching me. I was now in his face; He must have been able to see into the barrel of the gun, shaking where he stood, cowering in fear, begging for his life but… no, he just stood there, no fear, no emotion! It made me even angrier, more ferocious. I wanted his blood! I took the safety off; no fear. I started pressing the trigger slowly; no fear. I fully pressed down on the trigger, nothing. There were no bullets, he was lucky and he still showed no fear.
I threw the gun away in defeat and turned away, returning to my seat. As soon as the gun hit the floor it went off, a stray bullet flying past Ken’s head and into the wall behind him. It was so close I was sure he could feel the heat of the bullet as it flew past his ear. 3 times, he has cheated death. Is he an angel?
“3 times you have missed death Ken. One from an assassin, two from your ex-girlfriend and three from a stray bullet. You really are a lucky boy, for a minute there, I would think that you are an angel but no angel has done as much bad as you, you cannot be a fallen angel, you are worse than the devil”
He just chuckled in response and leaned on the wall. 10 minutes past and the men in black were finished and gone. The bedroom looked untouched, like it was newly built, no trace of anything incriminating. Only I and Ken remained, in silence. Another 1-2 minutes past in silence, then he spoke.
“Girlfriend” he muttered
“What?” I asked the half brain dead monkey
“Not ex-girlfriend, girlfriend. You are my girlfriend a…”
“Excuse me? What girlfriend? We broke up; you HIT me, laid your hands on a female… that is unforgiveable, even in God’s eyes”
“MY girlfriend. Thank you for doing what you needed to save me but from now we have to stay together, keep each other safe. Alone we are weak targets; together we are almost impossible to take down.
“And what if I don’t want to?”
“Then Big Daddy will find you and kill you for killing his own niece. Don’t worry; I will have 2-3 people watching us at any time.”
“I don’t want to stay here with YOU. Are you forgetting who I am? Honestly, my family? No one can touch me don’t try and bring me into this shit that you started”
“This is bigger than your family, Karris. They will get you, torture you and kill you” He grabbed me “Please, for your sake, stay with me. I need you, you need me. Please!”
I could see the desperation in his eyes, is he really scared of this Big Daddy dude? I want to stay… My heart is telling me stay, my mind is telling me to go, my body, falling for the most basic need for human touch, telling me to stay. I’m conflicted. I’m unsure. I don’t know what to do. I need time to think, time to breathe but I can’t move, His eyes are so hypnotising. All I can do is nod my head in approval. Damn my love for this boy knows no limit'
I lay in bed just thinking ‘why did I come back?’ I really shouldn’t have come back, now I am stuck with him, for good. I need help, as soon as possible. My family... the only family I have is my sister and she has decided to stop helping me with Ken and our problems. I feel so alone but I know that I have to leave before he hits me again. I’ll go wherever, to my mums, to one of my friends, anywhere but here!
I got up from the bed, grabbed a suitcase from underneath the bed and started throwing my clothes in it. With teary eyes, I can’t see what clothes I threw in; mostly mine or mostly his. When I finished packing as much clothes as I could, I went to get my passports, other documents and about £3,000 cash I hid away underneath a loose floorboard and threw them into the suitcase as well. By the time I had finished packing, it was already 3:30 AM and Ken was fast asleep on the couch. I quietly rolled the suitcase past the living room, hopefully not waking Ken up and left it by the door. I had to go and get the car keys from the kitchen so I tipped toed back into the open plan kitchen, picked up the keys off the counter and placed it carefully in my bag. I looked back at Ken and he was still snoring away on the couch, I blew out a relieved breath of fresh air and made my way towards the door. I opened the door, dragged my suitcase out and locked the door behind me.
We lived on the second floor of an apartment building with a small lift that took forever to come up which in normal circumstances, I would wait for but this was not normal circumstances. I was running and I needed to run. I dragged the suitcase through 2 flights of stairs, passed the front doors, right outside my car. It was pitch dark outside, the street lamps illuminating the pavement on each side of the road. The silence was deafening, only the far away screeching of foxes and cats could be heard and even that startled me. I placed the suitcase in the back seat of my Fiat 500 Convertible and climbed into the driver seat. Starting up the car in a hurry, I looked behind me before reversing and saw no one there. Again I breathed out a sigh of relief and started to drive off to where ever I was going to at this night.
I just wanted to get away from all the madness, from him.
