The Nanny (EDITING)

Chapter 19

Za'Rayah POV

I woke up and blinked multiple times. I heard raindrops hit the window and it surprised me. It hardly ever rains.

I tried shifting and noticed I was in a tight lock. I looked up to see Chris's face. I was laying on his chest in the bed and his arms secured my body.

I sighed as the memories from last night flooded into my head.

He came...

He cares...

I couldn't help but feel slightly depressed. I didn't really have anyone to talk to. After I got the call that they called the trial off, I have a mental breakdown. I didn't wanna be in pain anymore. I felt like too much was going on.

I hadn't talked to Chy since the party, Ty was probably busy, and I just knew Chris was mad at me. But regardless of how he felt, he still came and that's all that matters.

I sat up, unwrapping his arms.

He shifted and quickly sat up.

"Where you going?", he asked in a deep morning voice.

"To use the bathroom.", I spoke and he needed laying back down.

I did as I said, brushed my teeth, and went back to bed.

Chris held me in his arms.

"You scared the hell outta me.", he spoke.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't ever do that shit again. You almost killed yourself.", he growled.

I didn't respond. I just snuggled closer in his chest.

"Chris, does Kae know your here? I don't wanna intrude."

"I left around two in the morning to make sure you we're okay, and you worried about her? Hmmm...nah she don't know.", he answered.

"Oh.", I said pulling the cover closer to our bodies.

I felt cold for some reason.

"So are you going to explain to me what happened? ", he asked rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"The lawyer called me and said, since the case wasn't as major as the others in Chicago, they had to drop a couple. My mom's case was one of them."

He shook his head.

"That's fucked up. You know it's not your fault right?", he asked.

"It is. She wouldn't even be dead if...", I trailed off. All Chris knows is that my mom got shot in front of me. He doesn't know that the gun she was shot with belonged to me.

"What? You can tell me. I won't judge, I can't judge.", he explained.

"The gun...my step dad was disrespecting my mom and I told him I would shoot him. I went and got he gun from my room and he got it somehow. He was supposed to shoot me but my mom was there and...", I almost couldn't tell the rest.