Us.

Chapter 12.

"Who the hell is doing this? -@kaylaThaPenHolda

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A few days later.

Isaiah was in the hospital for three days before he was able to come home. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of my children since everything happened. I haven't slept in four days and Justin is just as stressed as I am trying to figure out who is after us. He's been working with a private detective that's been digging deep into our past to pin point suspects. My thoughts are interrupted by my phone dinging. It's a Facebook messenger notification.

Lance Gross: Carmen, I know I'm the last person you're expecting to hear from but I need you to know that my wife and I were not involved in what happened to your son. It's all over the news. The feelings that I had for you were real, and when I realized you didn't feel the same I reacted out of spite. And made money from setting you up but my goal was never to cause you any real harm. I'm man enough to admit my wrongs. I'm not expecting a response but you should know there was a woman that reached out to my wife that told us how we could get our money's worth from setting you up. Her account was fake and she covered her tracks but she may be the person deadly enough to actually hurt you or worse.

I walk into the living room and find Justin looking out the living room window surveilling the house. He does this 24/7 he's paranoid thinking that someone may bust into the house at any point.

"Look McNealy," I whisper placing my hand on his back. He turns around to give me his full attention.

"What is it," he asks and I hand him my phone. He reads the message from Lance.
"What do you think," I ask once he finishes reading.

"I think he could be telling the truth or trying to cover his tracks so he's still a suspect until proven innocent," he answers and I nod in agreement.

"You look exhausted, Carmen," he states. "You need to get some sleep." He pulls me into a hug and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm so stressed out my body literally hurts. I can't breathe when I'm away from the kids. I can't sleep until I know that they are safe," I say and he shakes his head.

"You need your strength baby. Especially, if this is actually a woman that's after us because you gonna have to do like Beyoncé did the white chick in Obsessed," he states making me laugh.

"Why would there be a psychotic woman after us? Is there something you need to tell me," I ask.

"Well I've definitely broken a couple hearts since I've been placed on this earth," he answers and turns his back to me looking out the window again.

"Face me when I'm talking to you," I say and he shakes his head turning back to face me.

"Yes Carmen what is it," he asks.

"Did you have sex with any of those women that you met while we were apart?" He shakes his head no.

"No I didn't," he answers and pulls me back into his arms. "I would never do that to you because I love you." He kisses my lips again this time with much more passion. I wrap my arms around his neck feeling less tension in my body. My focus shifts completely to him. I haven't felt this type of affection from him in a while. My panties dampen as his hands roam down my body as he backs me into a wall.

"Ahhhh," I moan as his hand slides my panties to the side and he pumps his finger in and out of me. My legs weaken feeling the sensation build up. "McNealy," I moan and he looks into my eyes seeing the desire in them. He pulls down my sweatpants and panties and lifts me into his arms. His thrust are powerful as he thrust into me hungrily. My hands grasp onto his back for support.

"Shit Meme," he groans putting me down and bending me over into the window seal. He thrust into me again from the back and I throw my hips back so that he doesn't have to do all of the work.

"Ahhhhh," I scream and his hand covers my lips to quiet me. My legs shake as I cum hard for him. He turns me around and gets on his knees lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He French kisses my second pair of lips until I cum for him again.

"Go take a shower and get some sleep Carmen," he instructs and I do as I'm told. My exhaustion finally catching up with me.
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Justin.

If what Lance has said was true. Who the hell is this woman after my family. I may have broken a few hearts in my day but I don't know anyone who would be driven to hurt my children.

I won't stop looking until I find out who was behind hurting Isaiah. Carmen has been so stressed that she hasn't eaten or slept in days. I knew one thing that would put her right to sleep and I had to handle that. She's my wife and she doesn't deserve to be stressing over something like this. She's needs to understand that as her husband it's my job to protect her.

I walk down the hall of my apartment and check in on my sleeping children. They're resting peacefully like angels. I walk out of their room and into the room I share with Carmen. She's sleeping peacefully across the bed. I lift her and put her under the covers.

"Baby come to bed. You need to rest too," she whispers and pulls me onto the bed. I don't argue with her. I'll just rest my eyes for a little bit. At least I thought that's what I was going to do until I wake up feeling a cold piece against my skull.

"Get up," her voice commands. I squint my eyes trying to see her face in the dark. "Get the fuck up," she screams. I can tell she's emotional.

"Justin," Carmen whispers from the other side of the bed. The gun goes off multiple times before I can say anything and I know it hit its target because Carmen is no longer speaking or moving.

"Carmen," I scream shifting and pulling her body into my arms. I feel her blood soaking myself and the sheets. "Baby please! Say something!" The gun presses against my back and the heat of the metal from the gun going off almost burns my skin.

"Get up before your children are orphans. I won't say it again," she screams. The gun is now shaking in her hands. I can't even think straight. I can't believe Carmen might be-- I can't swallow the thought. I jump off the bed tackling the woman and we both battle for the gun. Sadly, she had the upper hand because I couldn't see exactly where it was in the dark. So, I'm left scrambling trying to find it on the floor and before I know it it's fired again.
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Authors Note: Somebody messaged me telling me to write and it made me realize that I made a promise that I had to keep. I've been going through so much y'all. Relationship issues (my very first love) on top of school and work is just so depressing. I haven't been able to focus on the things that I enjoy. I've truly been depressed but this is me trying to lift myself up out of this depression. When you put the love that you have for a man before the love you have for yourself, you lose yourself. It's time for me to love me again and to do the things that I enjoy. I'm getting back to me.

I need y'all to help me. Help me by motivating to continue writing by messaging when you feel like I need to update or commenting "Girl where you at?!" I know it's been a while but I'm really trying to make time to write at least once or twice a week. I truly love all of my readers and I appreciate the support that y'all give me. Pray for me y'all.
-Alisa