Keep You In Mind

Trust

Something was wrong.

And whatever it was, Isaac just knew it was bad.

He hadn't seen or heard from Chamony in three days. No texts, snaps, or phone calls.

He figured whatever it was; she just wanted to handle it on her own. Was he necessarily happy with that? Not at all. But he had to respect her wishes.

But then Wednesday came around and Chamony wasn't in class.

Chamony Wells never missed class.

He could barely contain himself that whole day.

Where the hell are you Montez?

He sent texts to Dana and even Vashti about her whereabouts and neither girl was replying. Hell, he even asked Quincy who was just as clueless.

The following day, he couldn't pay attention in even his easiest course and it was only the first one of the day.

When he got out, he headed straight to his truck, ready to go over to her apartment.

However, he was in for a pleasant surprise when he reached his vehicle.

"Chamony?"

She looked up, bags under her eyes, indicating sleep deprivation.

She had on her usual oversized clothing and a large clip was barely holding up her abundance of curls. 

She looked awful.

"Where the hell have you been?" He questions immediately, walking up to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "And why haven't you been-"

"Let's go for a drive," she cuts him off, looking past him, her eyes hazy and her mind clearly elsewhere.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't go to classes today." A beat. "I want to show you something."

"Are you feeling okay?" He moves his hand to her forehead to check for a fever. "You don't feel warm, but you look like sh*t."

She rolls her eyes, "You don't have practice till 4, right? It's only ten. We'll be back before then."

"You're not making any sense right now." He shakes his head.

"I know," she struggles to find the right words. "But," reaching in her bag, she pulls out a piece of paper with an address written down. "Once we get there, it will all make sense."

He takes it from her, eyeing her with uncertainty before looking at the destination. "Chamony..." he trails off, reading it again just to make sure he's not seeing things. "This is where you want to go?"

"Never," she offers him a sad grin. "But it's where I have to go."

They ride in silence, mostly because as soon as they hit I-64 West, Chamony is knocked out. If Isaac's mind wasn't so preoccupied with conflicting thoughts, he would have found the girl's light snoring hysterical.

He keeps the radio on a volume loud enough for him to hear, but low enough as not to disturb the sleeping girl.

Lord knows she looked like she could use the sleep.

After finding a parking spot, he tapped her on her shoulder, slightly shaking her.

She woke up almost instantly, implying she was unable to fall into a deep sleep.