Overcome (editing)

Chapter Thirty - Three

I waited for him to continue silently praying that he is not about to break up with me, not after what we just shared.

He ran his hand through his hair, I could tell whatever it is that it was hurting him deeply.

I ca--- he paused and breathe out before continuing.... I can't keep sharing you. Yesterday was my birthday Rihanna and I couldn't be with or spend it with you. That's why I came, I couldn't bear it any more I needed to see you. All day I keep seeing him touching you and fucking you and it drives me fucking crazy. It's not easy Rihanna.... he said.

I understand... I responded.

And I truly did, it wouldn't be easy for me to bear either knowing he was sharing bed with another woman.

What do you want to do then?... I asked.

I want to be with you, I want to wake up to you in my bed like that one morning we shared. I wanna cook for you and take you dinners and I want to marry you... he answered.

I want that too... I swear I do.... but we have to untangle from this mess first... I said.

Then let's fucking do this, we need evidence and we need them now!.. he shouted slightly.

I sighed... OK... Mr. Buntly is out today but I am not sure for how long... Maybe we could snoop around a bit... see what we can find.... I spoke.

OK.. I'm in... Kyle said.

We got up and jog to the house. As soon as we got in I turned and whispered to him.

We should do this discreetly... the employees are here and Yes I know they don't like him very much but you can never trust people too much.

He nod his head in agreement.. OK where do we look first?... he asked.

Let's check the study..... I respond and we cautiously walked there. Once we got in we gently shut the door and started the search.

There were documents but nothing seemingly illegal, we checked draws and cabinets, the only thing we found were penthouse magazines and a few porn videos but nothing to lock a man up for.

Where next?... he asked.... there's nothing here.

I stopped and pondered
...if I was Mr. Buntly... and I was doing something illegal....where would I hide it? I wondered out loud.
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The underground rooms!!.... we both said simultaneously and we both ran off in the direction of it.

When we got there we stood at the door with the keypad lock.

Fuck!... said Kyle.... we need a code!

I stood there in thoughts, remembering that night, remembering Charles leading me, remembering this very door and Charles putting in four numbers:

I had one chance, knowing these doors an error could set off an alarm that could alert the entire house. I needed to get it right, my fingers began to shake as I started to punch the first number: 2 - 9 - 6..... I paused. The last number, what the fuck was the last number!! I searched my memory again and mouthed: 2 - 9 - 6.....
2 - 9 - 6....
2 - 9 - 6........
8!!!!

And I quickly punched it in and it lit green.

Yes!.... Kyle shouted and I screamed with delight and jumped in his arms and we kissed.

We started to rush down the hall and went to a office and pushed the door open. Every fucking things was locked a way in a safe, there was so many safe with codes there was no way we would be able to crack them, especially knowing he could be back any minute, we were defeated.

I can't believe this... Kyle said..
We were so fucking close... now what do we do???

Suddenly I remembered Dr. Coleman had told me that Clarissa first worked for Mr. Buntly.... too bad the dead can't talk...

In defeat we left the underground room and I walked Kyle to the door. He stopped before leaving and said: I don't want you to loose hope OK, I won't give up so you can't either...I will get you out of here.

A tear rolled down my face and he wiped them away with his fingers.

I love you squirt... he said and I laughed. It's been awhile since he called me that.

OK poop face... I answered and he laughed... I am still gonna get you for that... he said and then he kissed me lightly.

Soon after he was gone and I shut the door.

Found what you were looking for?

I jumped at the sound of the voice that came from behind me.