Rescue Me

Chapter 15.

Bahja

            "So you said there were corpses in your basement?" The man pushed up up his glasses upon his nose. I nodded holding a tissue close to my face. I was still shaken up by the whole incident. I just couldn't get the sight of Bre's dead body out of my head. "When we answered your call you said you wanted to file a complaint." He cleared his throat. I nodded yet again. "Alright. I'm not sure if we can trace the person who put the corpses there. But we have police investigating your house right now. So don't loose hope." He smiled, standing up, and leaving. I sighed, and ran my hand over my face. Not even 5 seconds later, a car pulled up beside the police station. Out walked Chresanto. He shut the car door quickly and rushed inside of the station. He swung up the door open and looked at me. He threw his hands up and widened his  eyes. "What happened?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "A lot." I simply replied. "How about starting with why a bunch of police are at our house." He sat down next to me. I looked at him, and the look on his face did not read happy. "Are you still angry with me?" I asked him in a soft tone, ignoring his initial comment. His face softened up, and he placed his hand over mine. "What happened?" He asked slowly. "I don't want to talk about it." I said without making eye contact. He let out a deep  sigh and stood up. He ran his fingers through his hair, then dug his hands deep int his pockets. "If you don't talk to me, how am I supposed to know what's wrong?" He leaned against the glass wall/window. "Baby, can we please just talk about this later?" I whined before placing my head into my hands. "Whatever. But one day, I might not be there to talk.'' As he left the police station, I got to thinking. I haven't seen Zonnique in three days. She'd never go that long without calling me at least. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. No answer. Once again, I left a voicemail. But I wasn't satisfied with it. I'm pretty worried at this point. I don't even have a clue to why she isn't answering my calls. I brushed off my worry, and stood up, grabbing my purse. I pulled my purse up to my shoulder, and noticed another car pull up by the glass window. The white van. I definitely wasn't scared, because i've been knowing Zoey practically all my life.As he entered the police station, I let out a deep sigh and crossed my arms. "You do realize your in a police station, don't you?" I raised my eyebrows as he approached me. I wasn't sure if he was smart enough to realize that he could get caught, right here, right now. "Well, I don't see any police around..do you?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "So are you going to leave me alone now, Zoey? Or are you going to continue to put dead bodies in my basement?" I clenched my jaw together tightly. "Nope. Not done yet. In fact," he stepped closer to me. "i'm going to have a little fun with blondie." He smiled, twirling a piece of my hair around his index finger. I felt my chest tighten, and my throat got dry. I swatted his hand away , and my breathing started to get uneven. "What did you do with Zonnique?" I raised my voice a little bit. He chuckled, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Nothing. Yet." He said before leaving. There were so many things I wanted to do to him at that point. And the way I was shaking could verify that. I balled up my fists so tight, my knuckles were turning white. I could feel my face burning, and I really wanted to punch the hell out of him. But it was already too late, I shot my head towards the window as the tires from the big white van screeched when it pulled off. I kicked a nearby chair and it flew across the room. By the time the police came back, I was still fuming. One of them approached me, and I tried to calm myself down. "You are able to go home now Ms. Rodriguez. The investigators will be back in the morning to continue their research." He smiled. Without a word said, I snatched up my things and stormed out to the parking lot. As I made my way over to my car, I felt someone grab my hand. I looked up with a confused look. It only took me a few seconds to realize who it was. "I thought you left." I said as I pulled my hand out of his. "Obviously not." Chresanto chuckled lowly. When he saw my facial expression wasn't pleasant, he stopped smiling. He huffed, and opened the car door for me. I climbed in the passenger's seat, and he climbed in the driver's. The entire ride consisted of complete silence, that is until Chresanto spoke. "I don't understand why you're upset Bahja. I'm the only one who has the right to be upset right now. You're the one who lied." He spoke angrily. I didn't answer. I just silently folded my arms under my breast and looked out the window. I could feel the tension between us as the car got hotter. Eventually, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel, and I shot my head towards him. "God dammit, Bahja! I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend, but I can't help if you won't talk to me!" He shouted, peering his eyes over at me. "Eyes on the road." I said with an attitude, yet somberly. He huffed, and looked back at the road. I was a little upset. He totally just dropped a bomb on me, and he didn't even act with sympathy. He had no idea what I was going through at the point, and I guess he never will.