Gloaming

The Dirty Target Bathroom

Kenya's point of view
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I wake up to the hot guy who drugged Cynthia cutting rope that tied my hands together, and tied me to a black chair.
"Hi" I say.
"Hi" He replies as he cuts my rope with a pocket knife.
WHY I WAS TIED UP?!
WHAT?
"What happened" I say as I look around. I see two empty chairs to my right.
"WHERES CYNTHIA?!" I yell, tears already running down my face.
Panic filled my body.
"In here" says the hot guy as he forces me up off the black chair, escorting me out a back door.
I see a shiny black RAV 4 waiting for me. Cynthia is sitting in the back with Octavia, holding her tight. Cynthia's face is covered in bruises and cuts.

"Passenger seat" He says strictly as he pushes me towards it.

I love a man with authority.

"HEY." I yell. "I'm pregnant, don't push me"

"My bad" He says. His face is bright red.

He enters the drivers seat.

I enter the passenger seat.

I pull the black seat belt over my body with a click.

He does too.

"Where's all our supplies?" I ask, looking back at the back seat and seeing nothing but Cynthia and Octavia.

"They are in the trunk" he says as he starts the car.

He doesn't even look at me.

"Dude What's your problem?" I ask aggressively.

"I don't have a problem" He says, still not looking at me.

I lay back in my seat and sigh.

I look down and see a slight bump forming over my stomach.

I place my hands on my unborn child and close my eyes.

"I don't know the father" I say, turning to the hot guy.

"It's not my business" he says eyeing my small stomach.

"Hey I need to go to the bathroom, can we pull over?" I say

Me and Cynthia have a way to have a conversation in strict times. The person who wants to talk goes to the bathroom, 3 minutes and 43 seconds later the second person goes in. We try not to exit at the same time.

"Pull over!" I yell "I'm gonna piss myself!"

"Fine" he replies aggressively.

He pulls into a target.

It looks abandoned and sad, blood on the windows.

I jump off the car and enter the depressed target, forgetting about the frigid air.

I stand in the dirty bathroom, leaning against the wall, for about three minutes when Cynthia walks in.

"What is happening" is the first thing I ask her, I face my body at an angle towards her.

"We have no choice" she responds "he's pretty much giving us life if he escapes if and comes with us."

"I would rather have my baby in that ugly black room than in a fucking car!" I respond, yelling is starting to form.

Why would she make such a stupid
decision?

"You shouldn't even be having a baby!" cynthia yells back.

"Well it's not my fault I'm Virgin fucking Mary!" I yell as I start to walk closer to her.

"Your not fucking Virgin! Don't lie to me! You're unborn child obviously proves you aren't  VIRGIN Mary!" She responds back, officially mad.

"What?" I say, my voice soft, tears streaming down my face. " I can't believe you think I would do something like that."

I back away from her slowly until I'm right next to the dirty bathroom wall.

Cynthia approach's me slowly until she's standing only inch's away from me. I let her, still shakin by what she had told me.

She leans in her face slowly, our lips touching, sparking a love different than friendship.

I don't back away.

I wanted to.

But I didn't.

Instead I put my cold hands on her warm cheeks and kiss her back.