His Fugitive

Chapter Three - Do It.

Dearra
"Where you goin'?" The bank robber questioned as I walked towards the door to leave for work.

"Work."

"You ain't gon' cook me no breakfast?" He joked and I rolled my eyes.

I walked out of the house with nothing but hatred written all over my face. I hated that I had gotten myself into this predicament but I had to do what I had to do. I gave the man an old blanket of mine to sleep on the couch with and for hours I was afraid to fall asleep, thinking that he would sneak into my room and harm me, but once I heard his loud snores, I dozed off as well. I hopped into my black Toyota Camry and started it up before speeding off. Once I arrived at the bank I was approached outside by my manager.

"I'm sure you're aware that there's been speculation of you being involved in yesterday's robbery, and on that note, the owner of this bank wanted me to let you know that you're being let go." He had a sympathetic look on his face but I could tell he didn't genuinely care.

"What? I already told the detectives that I had nothing to do with that. What else do I have to say to convince you guys that I knew nothing about this?" I nearly screamed in his face and stomped my foot with my arms crossed against my chest.

"Dearra, I'm sorry, but I'm just doing what I was told to do." He shook his head with his hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans.

"You know what, fuck you, Bill!" I exclaimed before getting back into my still-running car and speeding off.

As I drove home, I couldn't do anything but cry. Cry about losing my job, cry about being accused of a crime I had nothing to do with, and cry about being disconnected from my parents over money. Once I made it to the apartment I unlocked the front door and saw the man I was forced to live with, sitting on the couch, butt naked with his pants and boxers around his knees while some girl was on her knees giving him head.

"What the fuck!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I was already infuriated and this wasn't making it any better. The girl jumped up quickly and covered her topless torso with her arms and he tried to cover himself with the blanket I gave him to sleep with. I took a few deep breaths and walked away. The situation wasn't even worth my time to have a fit about. I walked into my room and let my hair down. A few more tears ran down my face but I quickly wiped them away. I slammed my room door behind me, slipped out of my white blouse and purple pencil skirt, and threw on a pair of grey sweatpants with an oversized white tee.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. The girl was gone and the man was fully dressed.

He entered the kitchen after me and leaned on the counter. "My bad for... you know."

"It's all good." I took a box of cereal out of the cabinet and grabbed a bowl. "You know, I never got your name."

"Keondre, but everybody calls me 'Dre." He replied, "What's yours?"

"Dearra." I spoke as I poured milk into the bowl of cereal. "I got fired today, because of you."

I might as well had been friendly if I had to live with the guy. Though I was mostly being friendly out of fear of his gun, it wouldn't hurt to get to know a person that would be living in my apartment for the time being.

"Damn, that's crazy. We got enough to support ourselves, though." He responded with a shrug.

"I guess." I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen with the bowl of cereal in my hand.

I entered my bedroom again and sat on the bed. I turned on the TV with my remote and laid back. Once I was finished with the cereal I put my bowl in the sink and saw that Keondre was gone. I shook my head and walked back into my room. I pounced on the bed and snuggled under the covers. Soon after, I drifted off to sleep but a couple of loud knocks on my apartment door woke me up from my deep daze.

"Who is it?" I called out, cautiously walking towards the door.

"It's me," I heard Keondre speak through the door.

"I gotta get you out of here," I mumbled low enough so that he couldn't hear me as I opened the door.

I walked back into my room and pounced back onto my Queen size bed but I couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to clean the house up. I started on the dishes and then wiped the counters and swept the floor. I looked over and Keondre was staring at me.

"What are you looking at?" I sent a grimace his way as I spoke.

"You."

Keondre
"You." I smirked

Dearra was kinda cute and her attitude was definitely a turn on but I just knew I couldn't take it there. She rolled her eyes and shook her head before continuing to sweep up the floor.

"Hey, can you vacuum the carpet?" She spoke as she scrubbed her kitchen floors with intent.

"Hell nah. I don't feel like getting up." I answered with my feet propped up on the sofa.

I was comfortable and I didn't feel like moving. If she would've asked me earlier when I was sitting up, I might've helped her out but I wasn't going to interrupt my relaxion time to help clean something that I didn't mess up.

"Come on man, really?"

"You heard me say no." I replied with a serious look on my face and turned on my side, under the freshly washed blanket.

"Man, you must've forgotten that this is my house and all I have to do is dial 3 digits and you'll be gone. So if I tell you to do something, I suggest that you do it." She stopped scrubbing and looked up at me.

"Bitch, I wished you would." I clenched my jaw and pulled out my gun, perfectly aiming it at her.

Dearra
"Do it. Go ahead and shoot me!" I challenged with a grin.

I figured it was time to stop acting afraid of his tough guy act. Or at least pretend that I wasn't afraid of it so that he'd get it through his head that I wasn't intimidated by him.

He glared at me as if he actually wanted to do it, but we both knew that if he wanted to stay hidden, he couldn't.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." I spoke, rolling my eyes.

That's when I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. I let out a loud groan and fell to the floor. Deondre came over and squatted to my level and smirked. My eyelids closed slowly before I could react and before I knew it, I thought I was seeing the light.