Our Love Goes On and On

Run Away, Love

I showed the security guard my pass and started making my way to the elevator. In a matter of minutes my husband and I would be together for the first time in a week.

I got the bags and everything I needed for sure this time, so I was elated to be making my way there.

"Chase?"

I turned around before stepping into the elevator, "Ronnie?"

"Hey! I didn't know you lived here again!" She hugged me tight, "Girl, I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too, Ron."

"How've you been?"

"Good, still running around after two kids."

She laughed, "London will forever be the cutest little girl I've ever seen."

"Penelope is catching up to her."

"You look great, and from what I'm hearing the family is doing well. Sounds good to me."

"Awe, thanks, Ron, you look fabulous as always."

"So what are you doing tonight? Any room for anther person?"

"Actually, no. Roman and I are trying to get away for the weekend."

She smirked, "Oh, I see." The elevator stopped on her floor, which was the fourth one, "Call me before you guys get too busy, I have something super important to tell you."

"I will definitely do that."

She smiled as the elevator closed and took me to my floor. I stepped out and started searching through my bag for the key.

I grabbed it as soon as I turned the corner to our hallway, seeing our condo door already open.

Odd.

I put my key away and held on to my grocery bags tighter, walking faster to see why Roman would leave the door wide open like it was.

I peeked in and didn't hear a thing.

"Roman?" I stepped inside and looked to my left and to my right, "Baby, you still here?"

Nothing.

"Ro--"

The door suddenly slammed behind me, scaring me half to death. The bags dropped out of my hands and a dark figure came out of the shadows with a black beanie with cut-outs over his face.

I tried to run to a room, but he grabbed me tight by my waist and covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream.

I struggled, of course. I was scared out of my mind but I was trying my hardest.

Nothing seemed to work, though. He was much bigger than I was, and his grip had me feeling like soon I'd run out of oxygen.

"You want to see your husband, huh?" His voice was even scarier than this entire situation, "I'll show you what you did to him."

What I did?

He carried me to our bedroom, where the door was closed and he did this special knock.

"Come in." Another voice that wasn't Roman's.

The door opened and the guy put me down and shoved me into the room, closing the door behind him.

I had never seen my husband look so freaking scared before. He was standing close to the bathroom with this face that let me know this situation had been taken to an entirely new level.

"Leave her out of it." he told him. The guy who had been in the room with him before I had gotten there was bold enough to not have a beanie over his face.