The Maid 'N Progress 2 |BWWM|

6

McKayla |Tanisha|

I sniff away a tear as I drove fiercely down the road. I passed like eight red lights and three green lights. I was pissed. I had the Mayor RIGHT in my plan to kill but I decided to leave away with Kevin. Just imagine if I did kill him. The police will be on my ass in no time. I pulled over to McDonalds and take a deep breath in as I grab Kevin out of the car and walk into the building. Once I enter inside, people immediately stare at me. I know it's because of the dirty hair and clothes but Kevin is starving right now he hasn't made a peep since I got him into the truck. I walk up to the register and order a happy meal and three chicken tenders with fries. The lady looks at me suspiciously while I kept a tight grip on Kevin.

"Ok. That's $25:30" she said without looking at me. I gave her $50 that I stole from the Russian guy and she hands me my changes with a nervous hand.

"We'll......um bring the food to you ma'am."

I nod and take a seat all the way at the window. God. I wish Noah was here. I needed someone to talk to and spill all the shit I've been holding in for quite some time. But suddenly my phone rings and I looked down and saw it was a 911 number. I picked it up cautiously.

"Hello?"

"McKayla?"

"Noah! Oh my God! I was just thinking about you! How are you? Are they treating you well?"

"I guess so. I got 5 years for the murder. I should be seeing you soon. You can come visit you know. Wait....what's wrong? You sound......dead?"

"I was kidnapped again, raped and forced to give my attacker oral sex to save my life. Jesus Noah! After you left, shits been hitting the fan! I missed you so much!" I cried. Tear was literally falling from my face. Kevin lays his head on-my chest again and plays with my necklace. Noah sighs on the phone before talking a deep breath and sucking his teeth.

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess. If I could go back and change everything. I would of–"

"Then...I wouldn't have met such an amazing man and be blessed with a beautiful child."

Noah laughs but then groans.

"Damn it! I gotta go. I'll call a friend of mines and make some reservation for Kevin and yourself. I love you guys and be safe!" He said while hanging up. I dropped my phone when I see the lady from the register with our food. She place it down before awkwardly looking out the window and walking away. I didn't care. I just wanted Kevin to get something to eat before something else happens. He eats silently while I do the same.

"This is crazy. You shouldn't have to live like this Kevin. You deserve some much better. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said to him. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see three police officers standing there. They held on to their guns as one of them stand over me.

"Tanisha Jackson?"

I almost choke on my food. Shit! Ok! Play it off nicely.

"Who? I think you got the wrong girl. My name is McKayla Cohen. The wife of Noah Cohen."

"Ah. Your partner in crime? Let's go. Stand up."

"What the hell? Am I being arrested for eating alone with my child? I know no body by the name of Tanisha so don't compare me to Noah's old girlfriends!" I yelled. Next thing I know a police officer grabs my child away from me. My motherly Adrenaline kicks in and I lunge at the officer.

"HEY!" I yell. I get slammed to the ground and handcuffs get placed on my wrists.

"HEY! GET THE HELL OFF ME! Police bruta–"

"Listen!"

The cop leans down to me without putting his weight on my back.

"Yo. My name is Paul. Those two guys behind me are Chris and York. I'm a friend of Noah's. So I'm going to need you to continue this little act that your doing and we can end this quietly." He whispers in my ear. I nod and get shove up. I started to struggle against his grip and we walk outside. He place me into a small black car and went back inside to get Kevin. Once Kevin gets back into my arms. I kissed him three dozens times. Noah's friends comes inside the car and drive off down the street.

"Alright. Who the hell you guys?" I asked. Paul stops the car and turns to me.

"I'm Paul. This is–"

"No. I mean. How do you know Noah? Did he call you?"

"Yeah. Saying for us to take care of you and–"

"I don't need to be taken care of. I can handle myself." I interrupt. Paul sigh and starts the car again.

"Noah told us you were stubborn."

"What? I'm not–I'm not stubborn!" I yelled. That's what my mom always used to call me. "The Stubborn Child." But it gives no right for this man to say it. Everyone in the car started laughing at me pouting. Shit. It's going to be a long ride.