The way his forehead creased showed his anger. I don't know why he'd be angry, I had every right to assume he was a criminal because of the way he called out to me.
I pressed my body onto the door and remained there for a proportion of our drive. He focused his gaze on the road and only the road and he didn't bother to give mr a second glance. I was a stranger in his car and he didn't even acknowledge me.
"Where are you taking me?" I broke the silence
He stayed calm and turned a corner, almost as if he hadn't heard a word I said.
"Where are you tak-"
"Why were you in that neighborhood, dont you know its bad?" He dodged my question
"I didn't know" I told him
He shook his head in disappointment
"And I saw you walking around the streets, were you lost or something?" He asked
"Sorta"
"Where do you live?"
I took a moment to think on whether or not I should tell him my situation, he was a strangers.
"No where" the words came out cracked. I almost wanted to cry. Almost!
His mouthed formed an 'o'. I knew I shouldn't have told, I didn't want anyone to look upon me as a hobo on the streets or a bum. But then again, I don't want him to leave me in the middle of nowhere.
"Why?" He asked
I sucked in a breath and told him about my father kicking me out, but I didnt tell him why. For some reason, coming out about ny pregnancy was the hardest thing to do. I had this thought that a baby was most likely to make a man leave, and that was the last thing I needed.
He never replied so I laid my head on the window and looked at the dark road ahead. I didn't know where we were going or what's going to happened but I had a guy feeling it was going to be good. But, my feelings about Jerome were wrong, and I couldn't read him for some reason. So unpredictable!
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We pulled up into a glass mansion. I watched in awe as 'the guy' casually walked out the door and towards the house as if living here wasn't a big deal.
He walked down the driveways and onto the steps and I followed, observing how the bushes were trimmed into beautiful life sized statute .
The glass cover nearly all the house and the light inside brilliant shone of it being color to his home. I could see the inside of almost every bed room but most of them had their curtains drawn.
He gently glided the key into the hole, revealing the insides. I walked into the mansion and saw the tallest ceiling ever, Lovely crown molding, a table in the center, two flights of spiral staircases going up to the second floor, the floor is ceramic tile. There are pricey things all over the place.
"This your house" I asked
"Yea...." He replied as he shut the door behind him.
I stood there waiting for him to direct me on my next move, but he stood still, just like me, and looked up. I followed his gaze and stared up at the guy on top of the staircase as we watched us both in amusement.
"Is that her?" he asked
"Nahh, couldn't find her"
He shook his head in disappointment and disappeared down the hall. the guy also shook his head, then turned his attention to me.
"Who's that?" I asked
"My brother, but that not important," he said, " I need to give you someplace to stay"
He walked up the staircase, followed by a long corridor. He opened a few door before finding the right one.
"Here, you could stay with me"
I peered inside. it was no doubt very large and well decorated but for some reason, I didn't want to stay with him. I was hoping for one of my own, but I was grateful I got one anyway.
"Thank you" I said softly.
He smiled and closed the door after him, leaving me alone. I checked the alarm clock on the nightstand and it read 12:00 a.m.
I took that time to bathe, every room had its own bathroom, so I wouldn't have to go out in the open.
I switched out the old dirty clothes and into new one. I hopped onto the bed, and as soon as my body touched the duvet, it was enough to put me into a deep sleep.
As my eyes began to close and my body began to shut off I could see the guy walking in and coming closer to me. With a smile plastered on his face, he looked down at me. Then, left. I turned my head slightly to see that he laid on one of the couches that were in each corner
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I DONT LIKE THIS CHAPTER THAT MUCH. AND THERES A PICTURE OF THE HOUSE ON THE SIDE
Xoxo~Weirdoo
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