Jinxed

Chapter Two

Omar

I woke up in a bed that was not mine. I sat up and my head was pounding. I saw a glass of water and a small pill that said with a note take me.

I picked up the pill and swallowed it down with some water. The entire night was fuzzy. I got out of the bed wearing only my thong.

Shit. Did I get roofied? I saw a pile of clothes. I picked them up. There was a bra that looked like it would fit me, a pair of normal underwear, a tank top and a pair of shorts.

Was I adult napped? I was starting to freak out. All of a sudden I heard water start running. I ran to the bathroom and opened the door. There stood a light skinned guy, in his boxers getting ready to take them off and the rest of his clothes were in a bloody pile. I screamed and tried to cover my self up.

"Shit don't tell me you want another round," he groaned.

I couldn't say anything I was about to cry. Was this the man who was killing people in the club last night.

"Please don't kill me," I choked out.

"Why would I kill you? I didn't last night." He picked up his pants and out them on.

"What happened last night?" I asked shakily.

"I accidentally hit you to hard on the head, took you here, where you woke up fine, you wanted some drinks, we drank, than you were all over my dick, and we fucked like four times? You don't remember saying, 'this is the best night of my life'"

I shook my head no, "I don't even know your name."

"Omar." He said.

"Well Omar. I want to go home."

"You can't do that." He said rolling his eyes.

"Excuse you. Watch me." I walked out of the small bathroom and began putting on the clothes that were on the table.

"I wouldn't do that unless you wanted to end up like that one girl." He mumbled leaning on the door frame.

"You mean the one you killed," I snapped.

"Yep you know to much I can't let you leave."

"I won't say shit, I need to get home to my mom."

He rolled his eyes and started playing with his curls.

"Fine you can see your mom three times a week. I'll take you over there to get your shit." He said.

"No. I live with my mom not some bitch ion even know." I grumbled.

"No, you can live at the trap house or six feet under ground. Now I said you can see your mom three times a week. Deal, or do I need to figure out were my gun is."

I slide on the tank top and pants and sat on the bed and began putting on my blue and red Jordan's.

"Don't fucking ignore me." He snapped.

I got off the bed and went over to the mirror and started finger combing my hair. "Fine deal."

"Good." He walked back into the bathroom and started the water.

I waited a few minutes before I grabbed his keys and left.