Chapter 2
We found a bistro about two blocks away from where the incident happened. Taking a seat in the cold metal chairs outside, Penelope ordered a water and clasped her hands together. Which caused my left wrist to be pulled up on the table.
“So, why don't you begin.” She said smugly. Why was she being so calm about this now?
“Why aren't you yelling or hitting me? At this moment you would be.” She took a deep breath and studied her hands for a minute before looking back at me.
"That was before I realized I need your help to get out of these.” She smiled motioning to the handcuffs. Well doesn’t she like to rain on peoples parades.
“Wow. I thought you were being nice because you actually were taking a like to me.” I studied my feet. I'd been led on and misunderstood a lot of things, but this? This hit home for some reason.
“Nu uh.” I looked up to see her shaking her head. “Even after we get out of these, I'm leaving and going somewhere where you won't be.”
A knife struck into my heart and I felt the anger boiling up inside of me. How can she say this all with such a happy expression? No Kingsley, just chill. She's my ally, I need her as much as she needs me.
“Am I that much of a burden to you?” I asked, trying to hold on to the little part of my dignity she hadn't ripped to pieces.
“Yes. Right now though, you serve as a strong hold.” Alright. I was done with this. I just want this torture to end.
“Okay, what exactly do you want to know?” I sighed. The waitress came by and dropped off Penelope's water.
“Thank you.” She smiled at her and then took a sip of it before returning her vindictive smile my way.
“Just the basics.” I rose an eyebrow.
“Just the basics?” I repeated. She nodded and took another sip of her drink.
“Well, alright. My names Kingsley Carter and I am from Eden, North Carolina. My parents died in a house fire when I five and I went to live with my best friend, and now roommate, Camden.” I saw her twitch at roommate and let it go.
“ After high school, we ditched our town and moved out to the city to get a taste of the high life. Didn't really plan it all the way through and ended up on the streets doing some things I'm not proud of.” I lowered my voice and put my head down.
I defiantly wasn't proud of the things I have done. They still haunt me till this day. I looked up to see Penelope staring at me intently. I cleared my throat and continued.
“Camden and I decided to get clean and only do the necessary jobs.” I took a deep breath and leaned into the table. “And that’s when I met you.” She jerked back and pinched her nose.
“You smell like cigarette smoke.” Maybe that’s why she didn't like me.
Step one on to-do list: Quit smoking.
And buy air freshener.
Lots of it.
“So what about you?” I countered. She sighed and folded her arms jerking me into the table.
“My names Penelope Simmons and I live with my mom, stupid step-dad and step-brother. My father died when I was yonger and my mother remarried that asshole.” She squinted her eyes and looked at me. “That's why I hate you so much. You remind me of him and every single way possible.”
Well shit. I was gonna quit smoking for her. Apparently, that's not the problem.
“I'm nothing like him.” I said. I mean, I’m pretty sure I'm nothing like him.
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Romance**I am editing this book currently. I'm trying to fix it so it isn't big long paragraphs. So work with me on that, its going to take some time.*** Kingsley's life hasn't been the best. After loosing his parents at a young age, having to deal with dr...
