Skye:
I watched the police car drive off until I couldn’t see it anymore. I sighed and ran up the pathway and into the house. “Jordan!” I called out. He didn’t answer me. “Jordan! Jordan!” I started to panic. Obviously these days anything can fucking happen. I closed the door behind me and locked it. “Jordan!” I screamed, running up the steps. When I found Jordan in the guest bedroom, I sighed in relief. “Why didn’t you answer me baby? You scared me half to death,” I said, walking over to the bed and sitting next to him.
He was holding something in his hand tightly. “What’s wrong sweetie?” I rubbed his back while he just stared blankly at the wall. He wouldn’t answer me. “Jordan, answer me. What is wrong with you?” I asked again. He unfolded his hands to show me what he was holding. It was a little keychain that I’ve seen Chris with. It was a little gold and black astronaut with a skull face. “Is that one of Chris’s key chains?” I asked him. He nodded his head.
“He gave it to me a couple weeks ago,” he finally said. I pulled him into me and he laid his head on my shoulder. “Why are you so upset baby? We’re going to get him out of there today sweetie, after my interview,” I assured him. “Because, he’s the closest thing I’ve had to a dad. My dad never came back and gave me little toy key chains like Chris does. My dad never came back to play video games with me like Chris does. My dad never plays kung fu master with me like Chris does.” He started to sniffle. “Look Jordan-“ He cut me off.
“My dad never came back to take care of you like Chris does,” he added. When he said that it felt like a knife pierced my heart. I smiled at him and let a tear fall from my eye. “I love you so much man,” I told him. “I love you too mommy. I just want you to be happy. Like with somebody. Somebody who can be my dad and your boyfriend,” he excitedly said. I sighed and got up off the bed.
“Jordan, look. Me and Chris are just good friends. Maybe I’ll find somebody else one day that can be your dad and be my prince charming,” I said in a princessy voice. “Well, if it’s not Chris, then I don’t want anybody else to be my dad.” He slid off the bed so we could be on our way to the interview. “Why not?” I asked him while we walked out the room. He grabbed my wrist so I could stop walking. He looked me dead in my eyes and said, “Because if it’s not Chris, we wouldn’t really be happy.”
I just looked away and walked out of the bedroom. “Oh stay right here!” I told him, running down the hall to Chris’s room. I looked on every wall for the safe but I couldn’t find it. “Ugh, what the fuck?” I cussed to myself. I walked into his walk in closet which was basically the size of a room. What the fuck? This is a house that he barely used but he has a closet full of clothes. Rich niggas I tell you. I pushed all his clothes aside until I found a safe in the wall behind all his jeans. Fuck he didn’t tell me the combination. I remember he told me his birthday though. May 5th. I pressed in 0505 and luckily the safe popped open.
“Whoa!” I exclaimed when I saw the stacks of money inside. I stuffed as many stacks in my purse as I could and closed the safe. “Damn money packs a lot of weight,” I groaned while putting my purse on my wrist. I pulled all his jeans back in front of the safe and walked out his room. “Okay, let’s go to mommy’s interview,” I told Jordan as we walked down the stairs. I made sure everything was locked up and the alarm was set before we left.
After the interview, I felt pretty confident. I think I made a good impression on the owner of the salon. I was driving down the street towards the police station. It felt weird driving Chris’s car down the street. Only because it was a freaking Porsche. It felt kind of good to drive around in it. I shook my thoughts off when I pulled up to the police station. I got out the car and Jordan climbed out the back.
