I'm Innocent( BWWM)

CH. 28 What should be done

CH. 28 What should be done

(Tucker POV)

I wasn't at home, I wasn't at work, I wasn't with my sister or my dad. I wasn't with Bryson.

I was at the home that belonged to Jeff Baez, where I thought it was him and Natasha home only to come to find out.

It was a place where a person was held captive and the other person wasn't.

Was I supposed to be in here? Most likely not but at that very moment, I really didn't care.

I wanted to get a feel, at least a little one. To see how it was for Natasha to be trapped in a place that you couldn't leave.

To pretend to be someone's wife, to actually be in danger and people weren't even aware of it.

I wasn't aware of it.

I was in the living room and I noticed that there was an ankle leg bracelet, like the ones that were placed on people under house arrest on the floor.

I stared at it, what's sad is that I didn't even notice it.

Did my eyes never wonder that low?

How could I miss something that important?

Did Jeff had her hide it?

I walked away from the ankle bracelet, going further into the house.

a House that I thought was a regular house now having a horrible story added to it, the house no longer looks the same after the truth had been found out.

I no longer looked at it the same.

I look at the pictures that were hanging on the walls and noticed that the pictures were taken in the house.

That Nana never smiled in any of the pictures, except for one and it looks like a strained smile. As if she was a force to smile in it.

I never bothered looking closely at the pictures hanging on the wall.

Maybe if I had taken the chance to look closely at the pictures, maybe I would have picked up on the fact, maybe I would have picked up on the fact that they didn't have happy marriages.

I look at a closet, that had a lock on it but the lock was hanging open.

I opened the door and saw that there was a pillow on the floor and chains connected to the wall.

My heart stopped.

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck is this?? what the heck.

I walked into the closet and saw that the chains connected to bracelets, bracelets that were meant to hold someone captive.

The bracelets and chains they used on the slaves that they brought to America.

My heart sank even more.

He would keep her in here? When, when he felt like it or when she did something he didn't like? Would he just leave her in here?

I dropped to my knees.

Fuck, what did this woman go through?

She really has gone through so much.

I didn't know.

I didn't know, I should have known.

I took my phone out my pocket and called Bryson.

"Yo, what's up Tuck?" He said answering the phone.

"Meet me at Jeff Baez house," I said, hanging up the phone and just staying in the closet.