VIXEN

43.

Lorraine.

"There's something wrong with Chresanto," I said to Lorenzo as soon as he walked through the door. "I know, he isn't answering any of my phone calls," he said sitting next to me. I haven't heard from Chresanto in weeks, and it's really making me worried. "I'm going to go see if he's home, watch the kids." I said standing up and putting on my shoes.

I pulled up into his driveway, seeing his car sitting there. I unlocked the door using the key he gave me, and walked inside. It was dark and quiet, making me feel nervous. I closed the door and walked up the steps to his bedroom. I slowly opened the door, seeing him laying in bed. I sat next to him, feeling on his warm skin. "Chresanto," I said shaking him lightly. He moved, opening his eyes, giving me a strange look. "What are you doing here?" He grumbled. "I came to see if you were okay,  I haven't heard from you in a while."

"I'm fine." He said sternly. "There's something wrong with you."

"I'm okay, Lorraine." He said bluntly. I kind of took it to the heart, and now I was seriously concerned. He never calls me Lorraine. "Can you please leave? I have something to do."

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

"I don't have time for this," he said impatiently. He got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom slamming the door behing him. "Chresanto!" I yelled trying to open the door. I stopped, trying to listen to what he was doing, it sounded like he was crying. I slid down the wall, sitting next to the door. "I'm here if you need me," I said loud enough so he could hear me.

It wasn't long before he opened the door. I stood up and hugged him tightly. "I don't know what to do anymore." He sobbed onto my shoulder. He finally began to tell me what's been bothering him lately.

**

"Is he okay?" Lorenzo asked. "He's fine, he's just been busy lately." I told Lorenzo as he nodded his head.

Laila stood on her feet as I held her hands. I've been trying to get her to walk lately, and there hasn't been much progress. She would stand on her own for a few seconds then plop right on her butt. "It's just not going to work," I said to myself as I picked her up.

After feeding them, Lorenzo and I put them to bed. I got in the shower, feeling worried about Chresanto. I just feel bad that I couldn't tell Lorenzo the truth, because if it did, things would take a turn for the worst.

I expected this to be longer...

I would say what Chresanto said, but I don't need anyone criticizing. Since everyone seems to hate on him...

There just might be a sequel...

A few comments would be nice...

And to anyone who is wondering, Chresanto and Lorraine are 23, Lorenzo is 25, and the twins are 11 months. Bri is 5.