A Lesson Learned

Chapter 23 : Rescue Me

From the moment that Ahmad re-entered Darius's apartment, he was his prisoner. Darius forced him back in submission literally, pushing him along the way, all the while pointing his gun at him. Ahmad wondered what sick game Darius was playing, not knowing just how deranged and manipulative the man's thoughts were. He was being forced right back in the very place he fought to leave.

"You know, you keep thinking you can walk around treating me like shit, huh bitch!" Darius said after shoving Ahmad so that he could fall onto the living room couch.

"What?" Ahmad asked in a confused state right before he was slapped across the face.

"Bitch shut the fuck up!" Darius commanded. He looked around realizing he would have to restrain Ahmad in order for this to work.

While keeping a keen eye on Ahmad, Darius looked around trying to mentally remember if he had any rope or restraining material in the apartment. He clutched his gun, maintaining its target on Ahmad, as he scanned the room. He suddenly remembered Ahmad buying some handcuffs they used once in the bedroom. He instructed Ahmad to get up from the couch by waving his gun toward their once shared love nest.

"Darius what the fuck are you doing?" Ahmad questioned as he got up slowly from the couch and headed towards the hallway.

"Nigga I told you to shut the fuck up," Darius walked behind him and nudged him in the head. "Now move!"

Ahmad almost tripped as he walked into the bedroom, feeling disgusted at the probable likelihood he would be raped and beaten in the very place he just escaped. He wanted nothing more than to throw up at the mere thought of having Darius touch him again, all attraction and feelings he had for the man were diminishing by the second. The darkened look Darius gave him made him nervous.

"Lie the fuck down on the bed on your stomach." Darius said pushing him to the bed.

"Darius don't do this, man listen-" Ahmad pleaded thinking Darius planned on fucking him.

"You so fucking hard of hearing," Darius stated before slapping Ahmad across the back of head. "Shut ya ass up bitch!"

As Ahmad groaned and rubbed his head, Darius went over to the nightstand to retrieve the handcuffs. When Darius walked to the nightstand, Ahmad noticed the moment to escape and quickly leaped out of the bed, but Darius had been prepared and easily turned his gun right towards the bedroom door where Ahmad scrambled to. He aimed his weapon with ease directly in line with the back of Ahmad's head.

As he clocked back the gun preparing to fire, he spoke slowly, Where the fuck you think you going huh? Get yo stupid ass back on the bed, you have three seconds."

Ahmad thought momentarily if Darius really had the guts to shoot him, so he made one more bold slow step forward, towards the door.

"One," Darius began counting.

Ahmad flinched and then took a step backward.

"Two," Darius continued.

Ahmad turned around and laid down on the bed, face down in the pillow. Darius walked over with the handcuffs and chained Ahmad to both sides of the headboard, officially making him is prisoner.

The first step Darius took after securing his apartment was ensuring that there would be no search party. After searching for Ahmad's phone and realizing he didn't have it on his person, he logged into Ahmad's Facebook and email account from his laptop. As Ahmad writhed and try to free himself from the bed, Darius smirked as he typed up a convincing message to deter Ahmads noisy ass friends and family from his trail. It wouldnt be too hard considering Ahmads actions in the past few months, he was spontaneous and unpredictable. Darius typed up a Facebook status that made it seem like Ahmad went on a very last-minute trip to Canada to escape everyone for a while. He made sure to send a personal message to Navarre, Charley and Shelly just so they knew that he could be contacted via email if need be. Darius smiled deviously as he logged out of Ahmads Facebook and climbed on the bed to yank off Ahmads pants.