The Neighborhood

R

Keith's POV

I sighed softly as my thumb twiddled over the bright screen of my phone. Anxiously waiting for a promise text that Nyna said she'll send after her shower. Grumbling loudly, I stuffed the phone in my pocket before making a U-turn towards her house.

If anything, she probably forgot and took a nap. The possibility of that happen is extremely high since she's done it on more than one occasion, though there was a heaviness in my stomach. It had to be more.

Rapidly tapping the steering wheel from overworked nerves, I sped down till I came close to our neighborhood.

It was awfully quiet and seemed that no one was home throughout the entire block, heightening my anxiety.

"Shit," I cursed as I hit part of her curb. Not paying much mind to it, I rushed out the vehicle almost dying at I struggled with the seatbelt that seemed to tighten it's hold on me.

I incoherently mumbled profanities as it slapped me across the forehead before closing and locking its door, jogging up the small steps to the door way.

Ringing the doorbell twice, I waited as my palms began to sweat. Repeating the process it came with the same results: unanswered.

"I swear to God if yo ass is sleep," I mumbled to myself as I searched for the spare key under one of her many rocks by her Welcome Mat. Searching desperately, my head hit on the thick door, the low squeak having my heart race out of my chest.

The door was open.

I shook my head as all the scenarios rushed to my beating temple, trying to erase the wicked thoughts.

Breathing deeply, I reached for my Beretta that was strapped to my waist since I had business earlier.

I walked stealthy into the home as I closed the door behind me. I did a quiet prayer as I searched all the rooms and basement before making my way to Nyna's room.

Busting into her room on some Trapped in the Closet shit, it took everything in me not to go crazy.

Excuse my French but her bitch ass was knocked out cold.

Slumped.

Of course I was very relieved, a weight was lifted off of my shoulder but looking at her knocked cold made me want to crush her with a boulder.

Putting the safety back on, I tucked it away before sitting next her. Getting a clearer look, I notice she had tears streaming down her puffy eyes.

"Baby," I shook her worriedly, she stirred quietly before she woke slowly, rubbing her eyes.

"Baby."

Once her eyes registered, more tears seemed to leak out as she cried harshly leaving me upset and confused

"Keith," she whimpered as she flung her body onto mine, capturing her before she fell out the bed.

I held her to my chest letting her release everything, her jumbled up words leaving her breathless and I speechless at her vivid dream.

I soaked up all her words, describing how this person hit her and forced herself on her as the face turned one of her family member's who, that is shocking to me, actually molested her at the young age of 12. When it started was beyond me.

I didn't even know how to feel when she first thought it was me, honestly. Should I feel hurt? Confused? Betrayal?? My emotions was everywhere at this point but right now was not the time. It wasn't about me at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she continued.

For the rest of the night I held her close to, territorial over her almost. And by the next morning we pretended that nothing ever happened.