Abducted By Lust

Chapter 3 The Long Haul

I hadn’t cried so much in my life.

Instead of us parting ways on good terms, we fought and argued the whole morning. That made me paranoid. If my Momma had taught me anything she told me not to let a man leave the house mad or on an empty stomach, and I had done both.

No eggs, pancakes, and love making. Instead I cursed and threw things as he reasoned with me about having to go. I was pissed and scared that this would be the end of Kevin and Chloé.

“This will either make us or break us” he told me as he left.

“But why did you lie?” I asked him and he tried to answer but it still made no sense.

Maybe he didn’t I thought about his words as I paced the wooden floor in the living room after I watched his car drive away. I kept calling him trying to apologize, but he wouldn’t answer.

I jumped in the car and drove all the way to St. Louis before I could rationalize my decision. My GPS and tears took me all the way there.

It was almost one in the morning when I made it to his Mom's house. She stayed in a subdivision in the Northern County of St. Louis.

The only text I had gotten from him was a “leave me alone” warning from earlier in the evening. I kept calling but when I finally made it to his mom’s house I didn’t see his car.

I probably looked like a burglar sitting outside scoping my next house to rob. Here you have a black woman, with a scarf on, and sweats. I didn't put on any makeup; I just left the house with my purse and keys. Fortunate for me, I didn't think a burglar would drive an Audi or blast love songs.

“Damn, I don’t wanna knock on the door.” I said as I watched the house from my car.

I would lose brownie points if I went banging on his Mother's door at one am in the morning. She was the Christian, go to church every Sunday type. She wasn't too happy about me and Kevin fornicating, as she liked to call it, down in Nashville.

I doubt she would be pleased to see me at one am, looking like a homeless person, and asking about her son.

I figured if I didn’t see his car then he must not be there. I must have sent a million text messages and called just as many times to see where he was. I cried and cried until taping on my driver’s side window woke me up.

Kevin?

No, it was the subdivision security guard.

“Ma’am are you ok? Who are you here to see?” he asked.

I explained that my boyfriend was supposed to be meeting me at his mom’s house but he wasn’t here yet.

“Well ma’am, you can’t just park and sleep here. Maybe you can call your friend and come back later” he said staring at me like I was crazy. I rolled up the window without a word and sped out of the subdivision. There was no sense in calling Kevin anymore; apparently he was where he wanted to be.

I was mad enough to start a fire. I felt like killing someone.

Here I was being the best woman I could be and his ass couldn’t even call me to let me know he made it in town. I could have waited at a hotel for the night but I said fuck it. In a rage after getting gas, I jumped back on the highway for Nashville.

I wasn’t on I-24 long before I started seeing the cars pulled over on the side of the road. It was 3:02 am and the deer were coming out. The cars pulled over on the side of the road had come in contact with a few animals and were busy accessing the damage.

I prayed and wiped the tears from my face trying to stay alert. The last thing I needed was to hit a damn deer on the way back home from St. Louis chasing my supposed fiancé. Not to mention how much money I had wasted in gas trying to see him.