𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖉 ➸ 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐

05

The following night

10:32 p.m.

"So, what did you think about the players?" Kevin Durant asked his friend while walking out of the locker room and towards the arena exit. The two had a very long day just watching players play the basketball game! Kevin had gotten so bored that he almost went to sleep until Russel threw a ball at his friend's leg. On the other hand, Russell was tired of actually doing something productive. He had met every basketball player one-on-one and taught them the basics of what they needed to know.

Russell shrugged, "They have the potential to be in the NBA..."

Kevin looked down at his friend and sighed, which caused Russell to frown.

"What the hell is wrong with you, K?"

"No, what the hell is wrong with you?" Kevin shot back, busting through the double doors, followed by Russell.

"What are you talking about?" The six-three man frowned. "Is this about Jessica," his voice was at a whisper now. "if it is, then I'm not answering the question."

Kevin Durant balled his hands into fists, ready to punch his best friend in the mouth."Man, you need help, and I'm only saying this 'cause you're taking this too far."

Russell stopped in his tracks and looked at his friend, dumbfounded.

"I need help, Kevin? Do I need help?"

"Hell yes!" Kevin answered, stepping in front of the man. "You need to stop before it gets worse, Russell."

That earned a slight smirk from Russell, "Too late for that."

∞∞∞

Jessica awoke to someone lightly shaking her thigh.

"Hmm." Her eyes were still closed.

Russell whispered in her ear, "Are you tired, Doll?" Jessica immediately shot up from where she was lying and got off the bed.

"Do not touch me, Russell."

The confused man frowned and walked toward her. "Jessica, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? I just tried to wake you up!"

The older woman stepped back a little more and surrendered her hands. "No, no! Russell, do not come near me. You're a crazy son of a bitch."

Jessica looked at him in horror as his facial expression changed; from confusion to anger.

She didn't waste time running out of the room.

"Jessica! Don't make me chase after you!" Russell screamed.

Running into the living room, she saw the front door open sightly. She stopped in her tracks and looked back. Russell stood right behind her.