Break Out

Chapter Twelve

Twain "King" Wilson?
I didn't know what to believe anymore. My eyes shifted from the clouds to her sleeping figure. She was balled up in the seat recliner, her head tilted to one side. Her mouth was slightly open and you could hear her light snores. Who exactly was this women beside me.

I stood from the chair as quietly as possible and walked back behind the curtain. I put in a few request and returned with a cozy blanket and a shot of Hennessy. I sat down and stared at the golden brown liquor before tossing it back in one swift motion. It had been so long since I'd had a drink. My body instantly felt warmer and more relaxed after downing it.

With a final sigh, I set my glass down, and slowly made my way over to the girl who has been haunting me day and night. What was so special about her that I couldn't get her off my mind?

Don't get me wrong, lil mama was bad as hell. Her skin was a chocolatey brown that matched her eyes. And her curls were a glorious mess surrounding her face. And god damn, her body was like no other. But I've had my fair share of baddies and none of them have ever had me feeling like this.

I ripped open the plastic and removed the blanket from inside. With just a little unfolding, the blanket was in its full state as I draped it across her body. My hand twitched towards her face but I immediately caught myself from furthering the action. The fuck? I shut my eyes for a moment trying to regain my composure. This women was killing me and I barely even knew her.

When I opened my eyes, not only did hers open but they shot straight to mine. The minute our eyes locked my fist tightened and I felt... something. I couldn't explain what it was but it was definitely different.

"I didn't mean to wake you," I said blandly. I needed to keep things at a distance right now. I needed to know everything before deciding what my next move would be.

"It's perfectly alright Twain. I knew you wouldn't be able to fall asleep despite of everything that's happened," she stretched and yawned.

"What you mean by that?"

"You've never been able to just sleep. You have insomnia."

"What else do you know about me?"

"About you?" She smiled softly. "Everything."

Kehlani "Queen" Jackson
Twain agreed to wait to ask further questions until we landed. The plane remained silent throughout the rest of the flight. Every now and then however I would glance at him. It still hadn't hit me fully that he was here, with me.

Once we finally landed we walked to the car that was waiting for us. I hopped in the driver seat and he sat in the passenger. We rode in silence until the all too familiar house came into view and I smiled.

"What is this place?" He asked as I parked in the driveway.

"You bought this house. We stayed here on a vacation together. Work was getting hectic and we hadn't been spending a lot of time with one another. So you surprised me and brought me here," I said softly. "Come on, let me show you inside."

We both hopped out and I led him inside through the French doors to the big open floor plan. I took in the familiar scent and smiled slightly.

"It smells like, vanilla?" He shut his eyes for a moment. "Why is that scent more familiar than it seems?"

"It was your scent. Our scent. It's familiar because it's you."

"Who are you Kehlani?" He opens his eyes and steps towards me. I didn't falter or waiver from him, in fact, I stepped towards him as well. "Why do you keep invading my thoughts. My dreams. I'm a cold heartless bastard. Why do I care for you so much?" He whispered. I grabbed his hand softly and placed it over my heart. Then taking his other hand, I placed it over his own.