Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
"I love you." Clay is now standing in the door, holding the knob "I do not care about what u did."
I pray that she would just turn around, just turn and face me. So she can
see that even though I may be scared out of my mind right now, I will never turn away from her.
I know she must have had her reasons for doing what she did. Clay always had heart behind her chaos, so why would these be any different?
I trust her and knowing this about her past will not sway me. Please Clay just turn around.
Clay open the door and close it behind her. A sadness I had never felt before showers over me
as my body sinks into the sofa.
Dekoda place his head onto my lap, then shot up with his ears alert at a knock on the door.
Running to the door full of hope I yank it open.
Dekoda growls ferociously behind me.
Standing on the other side is a man that I have never seen before. He is about 6 feet, dark skin with brown eyes.
He has a low cut, freshly squared and shaved. He is dressed in a green hoodie, black pant
and black Timberland.
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The stranger just stands there staring at me, creepy as hell.
"May I help y-"The stranger grabs me by the throat, pushing me inside the house closing the door behind him.
Dekoda growls and snarls at him as I struggle against his firm grip. The man looks over at
Dekoda as he assume his attack position and lunge at the intruder.
Bang!
The man pulls out a gun from no where shooting Dekoda in mid air. The sound of the gun shot echoes through out the house.
The gun powder burns my throat as I gasp for air.
The force of the bullet toss Dekoda body like a rag doll across the room. He gives out a heart braking squeal drawing in his last breath.
Lack of oxygen to my brain and the rapid thumping of my heart pulsing in my ears makes it hard to register what is really taking place at this very moment but What is certain though, is the vice grip this man have on my throat.
I can't breath let alone scream and minutes away from passing out.
"Weh you phone?" The stranger's deep husky voice boom in my ear. He sounds just like Clay. A Kittitian accent is heavy on his tongue.
Water springs from my eyes as they roll back into my head. The vain in my neck bulge on the verge of bursting.
Both my hands pulling on his one hand that held me up so steadily that my feet barely touches the floor.
