Her Keeper

Chapter 74

--Julliet Parris--

It was going eight at night and I was locking up my office, seeing that all the staff have left already. This had become my routine lately; I worked from eight in the morning to with at night most times. This routine really made me appreciate all that Geo had been doing for the past year and some now. I don't know how the hell he was able to run my business, run his business, make our therapy sessions, pay all of our bills, take us grocery shopping, cater to my sexual urges, find time for our children and more. I had really been taking my husband for granted, because this is only half of what he did and it wears me out.

I made it to my car and got in, put my things in the passenger seat, push my key into the ignition, rest my hand on the steering and blow out a sigh of relief. I laid my head back on to the headrest of my seat and as soon as my head hit the soft surface, hands went around my throat, choking me. I felt as though I was paralyzed. I tried moving my limbs but they wouldn't budge and I could feel the air escaping my lungs.

"Geo!" I was certain I screamed his name, but no sound came out. All I could do was hoping for a miracle. My husband was probably mile s away and couldn't even hear me screaming out for him. "Geo!" I screamed again, yielding the same results.

"He can't help you, bitch." That voice. "Just like no one could've helped me." That chilling, ominous, cryptic voice. My eyes darted to my rearview mirror and there she was; Skylar.

"Geo!" My eyes opened, but still, I couldn't speak, nor could I move my limbs. The only muscles in my body that seemed to work were my eye sockets. I quickly glanced to the side to see my husband peacefully sleeping beside me.

He was right there and he couldn't hear me calling for him. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.

"Geovanni!" I screamed again to no avail. I was terrified. My breathing got heavy, yet a lightbulb went off. If I gasp loud enough, he'd hear me. He was always a light sleeper. I sucked in gulps of breath. My senses worked properly, but I couldn't move nor speak.

Soon enough as I predicted, Geo's eyes opened and darted toward me. He quickly flicked on the bedside lamp and shook me aggressively.

"Julliet?" He called in a very alarmed tone.

"Help me." My voice was still only a whisper and my limbs still weren't working.

"Calm down, baybeh. You're experiencing sleep paralysis." He assured me. "Just calm down. Breathe slow." He coached, I followed his instructions and soon enough, I broke down crying and my arms immediately wrapped around his neck as my loud sobs filled our quiet bedroom.

Geo slowly laid back on to his pillow with me on top of him, clinging to him.

"It's ok, baybeh. It's ok." He cooed. "Calm down."

"She tried to kill me, Geo. She tried to kill me." I rambked.

"Who you talking about, Jules?" Geo asked.

"Skylar. She tried to choke me to death." I explained frantically.

"Listen, Jules. She's dead. That bitch isn't killing anyone. I made sure of that. She can't hurt you now. In any way. Stop stressing yourself out. That's why you had that little episode a while ago. You needa stop stressing yourself out." He spat, making me nod. Geo wrapped his arms around me, holding me on top of him. "Go back to sleep, love." He demanded calmly.

--Geovanni Parris--

My wife's been going through a lot lately and I'm starting to think that making her start to work wasn't the best decision.

Sure, I wanted to teach her a lesson and get Janvier off of my back as well, but maybe I've added to her stress levels. Now, she has sleep paralysis added to her nightmares.

Maybe I shouldn't have admitted to killing Skylar. Maybe she feel responsible and even guilty about it. Maybe I should've just let her attend the funeral and get her closure. Maybe if she actually saw Skylar dead, she'd feel confident in knowing that she cannot come back and hurt her.

If I'd never fucked that deranged bitch in the first place all of this shit wouldn't be happening. Who am I kidding? She probably would've been bitter regardless. She would've hated Jules for fucking with me, getting with me, having my kid and marrying me. Maybe this would've been the outcome anyway.

I looked at Julliet as she had her breakfast. I let everyone know that neither of us would be coming to our offices this morning. After last night, I realized that my wife was having a hard time coping with all the nasty shit she had to go through since getting with me.

I'm starting to feel like more of a course than a blessing to Julliet. Of course, she still leans on me to protect her and be her hero, but I feel like I failed her so much. I fucked Skylar's crazy ass even after being aware that Jules was in love with me. After I couldn't pretend to not have feelings for her too nor see the pain I was causing her by fucking her friend, I corrupted her innocence. The, Skylar's crazy ass set up the situation with Krystal for me to fall into. I hurt Jules again by sleeping with Krystal and even more when I got her pregnant. Skykar still wasn't satisfied; she drugged Julliet and had someone violate her.

No one will ever understand how much rage I felt when I got a call saying that they found my wife in an alleyway at the back of a club with her underwear around her ankles and dried blood all over her legs. I was mad. I was so fucking mad. Mad at Skylar for setting my wife up. Mad at Julliet for not listening to me and most of all, mad at myself, for even getting involved with Skylar in the first place.

If I could kill Skylar all over again, I would. Elliott begged me to stop. He kept saying that it was enoug, but I couldn't. I never stopped until her limbs stopped moving as she fought to pry my hands out of her hair and bring her head above water. I didn't even stop after she stopped kicking. I had to made sure she was dead, not just knocked out.

Everytime I looked into my wife's sad eyes, I felt suck to my stomach. I was the ultimate reason that she was hurt. I was the reason for all this shit.

"Geo?" She called, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I responded.

"Take a bath with me?" She asked.

"Sure baybeh, come on, let's go so I could draw the bath for us." I instructed. No, it wasn't the thought of being in some freaky shit, I was really just willing to do anything that will make my wife relax at the moment. She needed it and so did I, because when she's not happy, I'm not either.

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~Dolly