Locked Up

Chapter Seventeen

Kehlani "Delicious" Jackson
Twain drove me over to the house where Malachi was supposedly staying at. I was beyond livid that he didn't tell me what was happening and best believe he will get it when we get home.

He escorted me inside of the room that Mal was in and opened the door. There he lie hooked up to monitors and completely still. He was so bruised and cut up he didn't even look like himself. I slowly approached the bed and sat in the chair near him. His eyes fluttered open and the moment he looked at me, his eyes glossed over.

"Lily," he spoke. "You came. You really came," he cried. I looked back at Twain and he looked away.

"King, what happened?" I asked.

"He was poisoned and in a coma. When he woke up he had little memory." He looked towards Mal who kept his eyes on me. "Malachi, do you remember anything new?"

"I remember having to leave Lily and fake my death. How long ago was that?"

"About six years," I answered.

Oh my god Lily... I'm so sorry I had to leave you... I had no choice."

"I know. We've had this conversation before."

"How long ago did I come back into your life?"

"Malachi, you're not back in my life. You showed up at King's house one day out of the blue and told me everything that had happened. I won't allow you back into my life. The only thing we have to do with each other is Benzino." He cut his eyes towards me, focusing.

"Benzino? He's still alive? Why isn't he in jail? That was the deal with the FBI I made-"

"Yeah well I thought he had gotten killed and he didn't die. So now, he's coming for me, and you," I said harshly. I know I should feel some sympathy for him, but my hatred was overriding it.

"Because-because I never got him the money," he whispered. For the first time since I've got here, his eyes weren't on me. "He's going to kill me."

"And me."

"What? No. No. He said it'll only be me. I-I can't take losing you again. I won't let him hurt you Lily. I promise."

"Malachi your promises mean nothing to me anymore." I crossed my arms. His face broke and a tear slipped from his eye.

"Lily-"

"Stop calling me that!" I snapped. He winced and grabbed his head. He began screaming loudly. Thrashing himself left and right. Worry washed over me as I walked towards him and tried prying his hands off his head. "Mal? Mal stop!" He screamed again and again until a man came rushing in. Twain pulled me away as the man shot him up with some meds to calm him. "T-Twain what just happened?" My voice cracked.

"Benson thinks that happens when he's starting to regain some of his memory. It is painful for him. It's nothing you did," he explained. I sighed and nodded, letting silence fall over us. "K-"

"Don't." I walked away and went and got inside the car.

Twain "King" Wilson
I drove back home in silence with Kehlani beside me. She wouldn't look at me, speak to me, and I didn't blame her. I wasn't completely honest with her. I just hope she can find it in her heart to realize that I did this for her.