Into The Unknown

06

Raegan's POV

I sat up in the bed when I noticed Chris was gone. I walked out onto the balcony and he wasn't there either. I paced back and forth in the room, thinking of where he could be. I changed into a pair of blue shorts and white tank to begin my travel down stairs. I slipped on a pair of vans and departed the room. I walked to the elevator and pulled my phone from my pocket. 23 missed calls, 47 text messages, and 19 notifications.

I scrolled through the call log and noticed most of them were from you. I huffed at your number before I noticed a miss call from Henry. I double tapped his name to call him swiftly.

"What," Henry barked.

"Well then. Hello to you too little brother. I saw your call, what's wrong," I smiled to myself.

"I was just calling to tell you that Mom and Dad will be gone for a few more days," he slurred.

"Did I wake you up, Hen," I purred.

"Yeah, you did. And your b*tch a** boyfriend came here looking for you," he snared.

I chuckled at his tone and soon responded, "Watch your mouth, Henry."

He laughed and sighed deeply. He began to cough and my mind quickly shifted back to Chris' horror story about losing his family.

"Henry, are you okay," I panicked.

"I'm fine, Rae. I just had something in my throat."

"Do me a favor," I asked.

"What?"

"Go downstairs and make sure everything is turned off. You know, the stove and oven? Make sure it's all turned off and set the alarm because I know you didn't do that either," I asked chewing my nail.

I heard his bed shift while he mumbled something under his breath.

"Shut up, Henry," I laughed.

He laughed along with me for a while. After he checked everything and set the alarm, we said our goodbyes.

"Wait, Hen," I croaked.

"Hmm," he replied.

"I love you," I spoke quickly.

Henry chuckled, "That trip must be doing something to you! You never say that but I love you too, Rae. Go to sleep. You know you're one mad black woman when you don't get enough sleep!"

I laughed at his remarks and hung up the phone. I scrolled through my text messages and most of them came from you. I shot a message back to Michael to let him know I was doing okay. I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for my destination.

I walked out onto the lobby floor and walked to the front desk.

"Hi! How may I help you," asked the attendant.

"Um, yeah. Have you seen a guy, light skinned, about six feet tall, tattoos everywhere?"

"Yes! He went down the hall into the empty room on the right," she smiled.

I thanked her and made my way down the hall. I noticed the door was slightly cracked and I pushed it open with the tip of my finger. Chris was sitting on the stool, tapping his pen against the paper. I quietly shut the door behind me and watched his back flex as he scribbled his pen against the blue and white lined paper. I wondered deeply what he was writing about. After hearing about some of his past, I was worried he was writing about the things I begged him to talk about. I decided then to turn around and leave him alone. I think it's sad to say that I really like him but I don't know why. His gestures, his strong stature, those forbidden tattoos that caressed his body, all gave me something more to admire about him. He was a sweet guy, but there was something about him that made me more intrigued than that. Just as my hand touched the door, a sweet sound began to fill my ears.