I Can't Take It Anymore

39. At a lost

*Author's Note- This chapter is sort of all over the place. It'll make more sense after the next chapter.

Omniscient POV:

Back in Virginia-

This was about the 100th voicemail Marcus had left Kailyn. She had yet to return any of his calls or texts. At first he thought he did something wrong, but after it being a couple of days he knew that, that couldn't be the case. Kailyn was the type of person to be petty and not talk to someone, but it would never last for days. Normally she would keep the attitude and pettiness and show her face. However, he had a feeling something was going wrong.

He was over his parent's house with only his mother. He didn't feel like being cooped up in a hotel room after all. There was nothing to do in the state other than eat or go grocery store. He wasn't trying to do none of that. If he was going to eat anyone's cooking, it was going to be his momma's.

"Here you go baby," said Mrs. Sandra, placing a plate of fried chicken, collard greens, mac N cheese, and cornbread in front of him. The definition of real soul food.

Mrs. Sandra watched her son barely touch his food and it made her scrunch her face up.

"Boy I know my food is hitting, so don't play. What's the matter?" she thought about it for a while before it finally clicked, "Does this have something to do with Kai? Have you still not heard from her?"

Marcus swallowed his food nodding.

"How about I make this to go and you head back. I can tell it's bothering you. You over there looking like a sad lost puppy. Go back and make sure my Kai is good. Let me make her a plate."

Marcus thought about going back to Atlanta, but then he thought about the detective's. The more he thought about it, the more he thought that something was wrong with her. Screw all that. He had to go back. He already lost her once and he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. He had to be there. Guess it was time to head to the airport.

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Back @ Atlanta Bureau:

Detective Anderson sat at his desk looking over every possible scenario he thought about. He had been sitting in the same spot since last night trying to make a connection. The photos his boss discovered still didn't make sense to him. Then he thought about Carter, Maya's husband. He knew the man was sick out of his mind putting his hand on a female, so he wondered what else he was capable of. The way he was so angry at the hospital for no reason made him seem suspicious. His whole demeanor was shady and it made Kyle go straight into detective mode. When something wasn't sitting right with him he had to do something. If not it would stay on his mind. So him being him he did a background check on Carter Monroe. Looking up his info he could immediately tell that it was tampered with. No one had that much of a clear record. He did have a few traffic stops and speeding tickets but other than that his record was overly clean. He wasn't fooled though. A man like that had to be in jail at least once with his temper.

Deciding to stop guessing he called Maya. After the third ring she answered.

"Hey," she answered sleepily.

"Hey, Maya. I have a question about your husband. What's his job?" he asked straight forward.

On the other side of the line Maya gulped silently. She couldn't tell Carter's business because that would her life on the line. Somethings weren't worth mentioning.

"His job is complicated, but Kyle whatever you're thinking don't. Carter has nothing to do with the case, so just let him be."

"Sure. Goodnight." he hung up.

He heard enough because she pretty much gave him his answer. That was all he needed now he could really get to the bottom of things.

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Kailyn's POV:

That seizure really did something to me. I feel weak like I have no control over my body. I've just been reading and listening to my 90's music. I started listening to the messages Marcus sent and let's just say I feel bad. I left him hanging and he sounded worried. Oh well I'm doing this for his own good. As much as I miss him, I can't have us getting caught by anyone else. He'll just have to understand. Hopefully.

Other than all that I've been getting back to my writing. My way to cope and think about life. I guess you can't really say writing though more like typing. I call my work, Kai's Peace Diary. You get it. You know my name, the word peace which is something that I'm lacking in my life, and the diary part is just there. I call it that because in a way it does bring me some sort of peace. You'll be surprised how much your words bring meaning to you. Do I ever see myself writing outside of this? I doubt it. Nobody would want to read my sappy stories or my depressing experiences. That's why I keep my work to myself because I don't have time for people opinions or them criticizing. Maybe one of these days I'll face my fears.

After a while I feel my eyes growing heavy. I save all my work that I've done so far then log off. Eventually turning down my phone's volume, I lock my phone. Nowadays you can't trust nobody. Won't catch me slipping. Normally I turn it off but mom decided to go home and take a nap and return in about an hour. I'm glad she's out so I can enjoy somewhat of some me time. It's been forever since I've been left alone. But let me shut up because this nap is about to be it.

You know when you finally get to that point where you're nearly deep into in your sleep, but your phones ringtone blasts next to you? Yeah that's me right now. Squinting to look at my phone I see that it's Marcus. I grunt lowly before turning back over to resume my peaceful sleep.

"So we ignore each other now? That's what we do?" asked a voice that sort of made me question if I'm hearing things. I must be because it can't be him. He's suppose to be in Virginia.

"Wake up, Kai. I'm not playing!" he said seriously. Making me jump up at his attention. I'm still trying to figure out how he even got passed the receptionist desk.

"Marcus...what? How are you even here?" I asked, staring at him in the dark. Even though it's dark I can tell he's wearing a black and white Nike hoodie, black denim jeans, and space jam Jordan's. He looked good, but I need to focus.

"Stop looking at me like that, Kai. Why you not answering my calls?"

"Marcus, we had to stop talking so much. Nurse-"

He walked over to me to grab my face, "So we let other people drive each other to not even text back and say 'I'm okay' ?"

"It's not that deep ugly. Get out your feels," I joked trying to lighten the mood but surprisingly he didn't even smile. He just straight faced me with his nose flared.

"I'm not playing with you right now. You had me scared. Do you know the last time I wasn't there for you I thought that you were dead?Probably beaten to death or overdosed. Mhm? So for you to be selfish over some bull is f***ed up. Forget all that you f***ed up." he began to walk away then he stopped. This time when he turned around I saw food. "Since you wanna be petty. Here's the food my mom made you, but you don't deserve it. Bye, Kai."

He dumped my food that was in the container in the trash leaving me speechless. He has never been that mad at me. I don't know if I'm mad at the way he left or the fact he threw my food away. His words hurt too. Him saying that I'm f***ed up just confirmed everything that I already know. I want to apologize but he wouldn't give me a chance. I want to tell him why I stopped replying but even when I tried to call or text he ignores me. I think this time I really did f*** up.