Double Fantasy

Phantom

He walked in front of me on the well lit dock. I couldn't help but think about how much money they had. Michael has a nice house, but then again he's a famous actor; Erik had the strip club, god only knows what drugs...I stopped and actually thought about it. I speedily walked up to Michael putting him at a jolt with a confused look on him. "He's fucking with a drug cartel isn't he?!" I exclaimed. " lower your voice. We'll talk about this inside," he said walking past me. I stood there shaking my head. As we got in, I demanded answers. Michael rested my bag on the couch and went into the fridge. "There's water, Gatorade, sod-" I cut him off.
"Michael what is going on, that's all I want to know," I said trying my hardest not to get emotional. He sighed and sat on the bar stool. "My brother and I, we were struggling ok. Things got tough at one point and we started dealing with a small group on the streets. Cash was flowing, we started getting more and more product but we didn't let our parents or our siblings know what was going on. We did every drug you could think of." He said getting up to walk close to me. "My career started to pick up and I realized I couldn't do this anymore. Erik didn't care. He needed more. He enjoyed dealing like it was his calling. At first he was getting so much money, he wanted it go through my clothing business so that it can come out as clean money, even donated to my charity...but there was still a lot of money to get cleaned, so he opened a club. The girls work for him. I'm not surprised if your friend helps him too, he's even thinking about opening a casino." I sat down, not knowing what to say. "Before that, he was in the army, following my dad's footsteps But he went into a different devision, I think black ops. He didn't fear death, or giving death. He was roothless. He's a trained killer Jill." I looked at him. He sat across from me. "The gang that came after him tonight is the competition. They call them selves the 'asasen Cree' They're some evil mother fuckers. They've been trying to wipe us out for a very long time but just couldn't. My life meant more to me than anything else. I had to get out but that don't mean I don't have a target on my back or our family. Our parents live more higher up in the woods." I bowed my head trying to not let him see me get emotional as he came and sat on my side. "It's going to be ok, you're gonna stay here for a couple days. I'll be in and out to make sure you're ok." I looked up at him with tears flooding my eyes. "You're not staying?" He shook his head. "Naw, I got a career to oversee baby girl." I sighed. "What about my career Michael?" He looked passed me. The same boat that dropped us had came back. Michael got up to unlock the door. Erik casually walked in with a lot of bloodstains on his shirt and holding a backpack. My eyes widened as I looked at all the blood lingering on his shirt. I was filled with so much mixed emotions but I tried controlling it when I walked up to him. "Hey princess. I missed you," he said trying to hold me but I simply backed back while folding my arms. "What's the matter? Ain't no love for me too?" I looked at him confused. He held up a binoculars. "All that love for my brother and none for me? I see how it is." I shook my head rolling me eyes. "Who's blood is that?" I asked being grossed out. Michael opened his bag and jumped. "The fuck! Dude what the fuck!!!" Michael exclaimed. I was about to take a peek but he stopped me while covering his nose. "What is it?" I asked Michael. He shook his head in disgust and threw the bag to his brother.
"Why on earth did you bring that here? Did you even drive with all that blood on you without getting pulled over?" Michael asked as Erik took his shirt off. I looked the other way. "Gotta hand it to their boss, let him know he's really fucking with the wrong nigga," he said glimpsing at me while walking up the stairs. I looked at Michael. "What's in the bag mike?" I asked sternly. He sighed. "When I told you my brother is roothless, I meant it. It's those niggas heads if you really wanted to know." I gasped as he walked past me with the bag dripping in blood. I followed him. "Well if they're dead, I guess I can go home and pretend this shit never happened," I said. He chuckled as he poured some bourbon in a glass of ice. "You don't get it do you? He has never touched a hair on their heads. There might be a little violence. It's been a while since he killed somebody and now that he has...the shit has hit the fan which means you still gotta stay here. You thought of a lie to tell your friends yet?" I hit my forehead. It slipped my mind. I shook my head. "What am I even going to say! My friends know me so well...it's hard to lie, especially with the break in, and they're going to find out I never slept by my coworker," I said.
"Tell them all this freaked you out and that you need a little get away from all this. Like I said, sound convincing," he said sipping on his drink. I shrugged and took out my phone and went outside to make that dreadful phone call. I called Kelly first.
"Hey, I uh checked into a hotel instead," I said as I heard the door open behind me. Michael braced his back on the railing next to me.
"Okay, as long as you're good. We'll be back in 2 days. I called the housekeeper to come in cause I don't feel comfortable that the glass door is not there," Kelly said.
"I've been thinking about taking a few days off, cause this is really weighing heavy on me. I don't think I can function Kelly. I think I'm seeing things too," I said.
"You sure you don't wanna talk to someone rather than running away from it?" She asked. I looked at Michael. He shook his head.
"It's ok. I need a break. I have a flight to catch in the morning. Going back home to the islands. I'll find peace there," I said.
"Ok I understand. Just message or call me anytime ok boo? I love you!" I smiled.
"I love you too sis," I said and hung up. I leaned on the railing overlooking the view of the lake. Michael touched my hand on the banister. "You did the right thing. It'll be over soon." He said before going inside. When I was alone, I cried. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I didn't know what I got myself into until now. I was mad at myself. If I took my friends advice, I wouldn't be in this mess and I don't know how to get myself out of it. I watched as the sky started getting closer to dawn. I yawned and went back inside. Erik was on the couch flipping through channels while mike was scrolling through his phone. I sat on a vacant chair. "So what's the plan?" I asked looking at the both of them. "Princess, the plan is, you stay here and do nothing while we handle this shit." Erik said.
"What if I wanted to get my hands dirty too?" I said with a straight face. It was silent until the air bursted with their laughter.
"You have to be kidding me. You? If you only saw the heads in the backpack, you might probably faint, much less to go out there shooting weapons. Your butt is staying right in this house. You're safer here," Michael said. "Train me to shoot then" I retorted. Erik looked at Michael. He shook his head. "Dude we're suppose to keep her safe, not put her in the crossfire. What if she gets shot?" Michael debated. Erik looked back at me. "He has a point princess. You're the one they want as well. You saw too much, we can't have you fighting this fight Jill." I folded  my arms. "I'm going to be very bored in this big ass house." I said looking around. "You wanna go by our parents instead?" Erik asked getting up to walk towards me. He held my chin and kissed my bottom lip. I didn't kiss him back. It felt weird knowing that Michael was right there. I shook my head. "I need to take a shower and sleep. Where am I going to do that?" I asked. Michael got up giving his brother a side eye. He grabbed my stuff. "C'mon Jill, I'll show you," Michael said as he started walking up the steps. We walked to my room. "How many bedrooms this house has?" I asked breaking the silence. "4 bedroom and 5 baths...why?" He asked as we got to my room door. " I shrugged.
"Just curious I guess," I said.
"Hmmm." He opened the door and went in.

I walked up to the big window overlooking the lake. "Our parents already know we're here, so they might come down and make breakfast. They know you're here too." I looked back at him. "Wait! They know about me or something?" He shook his head. "Nah they know you're a friend." As he was about to step out the door, I stopped him. "Michael?" He looked back at me. "Can you stay with me?" I asked innocently. He came back in the room looking unsure.
"Umm...I don't think that's a good idea Jill," he said.

I went closer to him and held his hands. "I'm scared mike. We won't do anything, I just really need some company." I debated. It was like he didn't want to but he wanted to at the same time.

"Ummm, alright. I'll stay with you, but I have to be out of here in a couple of hours." He said. "What time?" He sighed. "Lets Just get to bed shall we." I shook my head. "I need to shower first." I said fully undressing in front of him. He got into bed while on his phone as I took a quick shower. As I was lathering my skin, I felt hands gently rubbing my shoulders. I smiled. "I thought you said it was a bad idea?" I said before I felt the hands grab the front of my neck squeezing it, forcing the air to stay in my lungs. My heart was beating faster than lightening. "You're a dead femèl chen," the person said that last words 'bitch' in Haitian. The strong chocking hold disappeared. When I looked back, there was no one there. I held onto my neck while trying to not panic. I walked out of the bathroom so frozen in emotion. I didn't know how to act or feel. I was scared out of my mind. Michael looked at me confused. "You ok?" He asked. I stood there frightened. He got out of bed and walked over to me. "What happened?" He asked. I looked at him, then held onto my neck as a tear slid down my cheek. "Michael, I'm being haunted" I said as the tears started flowing freely. He took my hands away from my neck to be surprised with a red hand marks around my neck. He looked back at me. "It said I was a dead bitch in Haitian." Michael shook his head and hugged me tightly. "I won't let anything or anyone hurt you ok? Cmon, let's get to bed" he said gently tugging me into the bed and tucking me in. He then walked to the big window and dialed someone on his phone. "Bro, we got some serious shit on our hands man" he said turning his head to look at me.