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Third person's POV
They were looking so cool. Keia was wearing a grey long sleeved plain t shirt, black jeans and a big black hoodie. Her shoes were black Sketchers™. Cyrus was wearing a green tight fitting t-shirt showing his glorious abbs, khaki coloured jeans, and a black leather jacket. He also had on a pair of cool sunglasses.
They were cruising through the road as it was yet again, practically empty as most people were at work, home, school or church. Keia was filling in Cyrus on how she expertly drove his car like she was made for it. Leading a car chase, leaving out the part where she doubted they were chasing her at all.
Cyrus laughed at the thought.
"So you're telling me, you have never driven a car before?"
" Yes. "
"And you expect me to believe you could handle a Ferrari?"
" How else do you think I got you and your car to my apartment? " she laughed in defence.
The roof was down and the road they were taking looked like they were chasing the sun. The wind flew through her loose hair, waving it like a flag. She smiled into the horizon and then back at Cyrus.
"What?" He asked as she smiled for longer than normal.
"I just.. thank you."
"For what?"
" I've never felt so.. happy in a really long time. And free. "
"Keia, we haven't even reached our destination yet," he laughed.
" We're actually going somewhere?! " she said in delight.
"Of course!" He smiled back. "Anywhere and everywhere, KJ. Friday belongs to us."
" Did you just call me KJ? "
"Yeah, like old times." He replied , a bit worried she wouldn't like it.
"I like it. It suits me."
He took off his shades and looked at her briefly between glances at the road. I
"You know what else suits you?"
"Tell me," she couldn't stop smiling.
"When you let your hair down," he said.
Her smile faded. His heart sank. She instantly reached in her purse for a purple hairtie.
"I-I-I cant." She said nervously. Fumbled her fingers as she struggled to the her hair into a ponytail. "I-I-I just-t-t-"
She finally cursed when she failed to make it into a bun. She dropped her hands that were shaking violently on her lap as she had a lost look on her face. She shivered and groaned.
"Keia," Cyrus said, looking at her. "Keia!"
He pulled over at the side of the road unbuckled himself. He waved a hand in front of Keia's face. She kept shaking, shivering and groaning.
"Keia! Are-are you having a fit? A-a-a seizure? God, please don't be having a stroke! Keia, Keia!"
He didn't know what to do.
Meanwhile, Keia was having a very vivid memory being displayed.
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Flashback...
"No! You can't have my daughter!"
I hid behind my father. Holding on tightly to his leg.
"Just give it up, Marcus. As long as your daughter has the mark we gave her, I can find her. So matter what you try, we will have her in the end."
Later at home after dinner we say to talk about it.
"Daddy, why doesn't Uncle Ronnie want me so much?"
" I can't tell you pumpkin, but know that you can never trust him. He wants bad things to happen to you but we won't let him. "
"That's right," my mother added.
"That sick man shaved your head and had you tattooed. What kind of monster does that to a child?" She said as she cried into my father's shoulder .
"Keia Stratuson, you have to listen to me. We want you safe for as long as possible. Promise me you won't let anyone except me, your momma and Granmama ever see it."
"I promise."
" Keia,don't just promise because you have to. Remember, a broken promise can never be glued back together. "
•••••••••
Keia opened her eyes to see a panicking Cyrus on the phone with 911.
"Yes, she's still breathing. No-n-. No I don't know if she has any chronic diseases. No, she doesn't have any family. Not at all. But-but- she just started feeling nervous. I didn't say anything to upset her. H-"
"Cyrus?" She touched his shoulder lightly and he turned around. I
"Keia!" He yelled.
He went back to his call. "No, she's fine now. She just woke up. She seems to be breathing okay. She seems normal- hold on."
He shoved the phone into her hand and she answer it.
"Hello?"
" Hi. Are you Keia Stratuson? "
"Yes?"
" How are you feeling honey? "
" I'm fine. "
"Okay, do you remember what happened?"
" I had an anxiety attack. "
"That's right, honey."
" Don't worry, I'll be fine. "
She hung up on her.
Cyrus was steaming.
"What's wrong with you!" He exclaimed .
"Me?"
" Every time something good is about to happen, you get hurt. I was worried sick. I thought you were having a BLOODY STROKE! I've been killing myself with guilt for the past twenty minutes! "
She let him vent out his anger and frustration until he had a headache and sat back in the car.
She rubbed his back soothingly.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, " he said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I'm just as bad as my dad."
"Is he the one who made all those scars on your back?" She looked at him with a concerned expression.
He paused for a moment and looked back into her waiting eyes.
"Yes. Every time I say or do something disobedient, he whips me. Every time I protest or try to stand up to him, he whips me. He tried to gain his authority by force and that's what led to his divorce. One night, he nearly killed my mom. He had the same gun I used last night in his hand and pointed it at her. He was angry that she had a miscarriage and lost who was going to be my sister. He wanted a daughter so much, when he was told she couldn't have kids anymore, he went ballistic. He shot her in the thigh and made a deal to pay her top alimony and let her live in one of his houses in L.A. If she kept quiet about it. On the way there she was killed in a car accident. My theory was that my dad planned it. He is the definition of crazy but he wants to make everyone think he's a hero."
She listened patiently as he told her his story. She never thought Jameson Templeton was as perfect as he seemed.
"Cyrus, your family doesn't define you."
"No, but genes do."
"Cyrus."
She looked in his eyes and they told him that he's forgiven again.
They drove on, letting the good feelings come back.
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