“Kensie, I was wondering what you see for your future. Like, where do you see yourself in the years to come.” Yeah. Couldn’t figure out another way to say that.
“Well, I always thought I would be a nurse. I love helping people. But now….” she trails of a bit, like she doesn’t want to finish that thought. But fuck if I don’t need her too. I need to know everything that is going on in that beautiful head of hers. Especially in regard to my kid. Does she want it? Not want it? Is she regretting us?
“What about you Tori? Where do you see yourself? What does Tori’s life look like in say… three years?” Oh. So, we are going to play that game. Fine.
“I plan to be married to the love of my life and have kids. That has always been my plan. Nothing has changed. I have simply been waiting on the right woman. Now that I have found her, it’s time to move things along.” There. Take that.
“Move things along? Wh-what do you mean?” I can see her getting panicky and I decide to take pity on her.
“Don’t worry about that baby. Are you full? Have you eaten enough?”
“Yeah. Actually, I don’t feel so good. I feel a bit nauseous. Do you mind if we go back to your place?” Oh. So now it’s my place. This shit is really starting to piss me off. She switches temperature faster than a faucet.
I help her gather all the stuff, and we make the drive back. Before we pull into the driveway completely, I can tell something is off.
“Stay in the car for a second and lock the door. I will be right back.”
“Why? Tori. What’s going on?”
“Just stay right here baby. Promise me you won’t move until I tell you it’s ok?” I am well aware of the fact that this sounds like a bad horror movie. I walk toward the house to see the front window has been broken. Unlocking the door, I walk inside and see a rock with a note wrapped around it. Looking around first, to make sure no one else is inside and nothing else has been disturbed, after confirming all is clear I read the note.
You took the one I love from me.
Now I’m going to take yours from you.
Can you be everywhere all the time?
Can you save her?
Not when you’re looking for me.
But then, who’s looking after her?
So young. So beautiful.
Such a shame.
How does it feel knowing her death will be on your hands?
And there is nothing you can do to stop it.
What. The. Fuck? I run from the living room to the car, realizing I have left her alone out there with this threat. When I make it back, she is staring at me like I have lost it. I unlock the door and pull her into my arms, smelling her hair and kissing her head. She lets me hold her for a minute before she pulls away.
“Tori, will you please tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Kensie, I need you to do something for me. I am going to order you security for right now. Can you promise me you will let them do their jobs?”
“Security? What the hell? No. I don’t need security. Especially when you are not telling me what is going on.”
“Shit. Do you know what my brothers and I do?”
“Yes. Lanie told me. What does this…”
“Someone broke the window and left a note threatening you. I need you to let me protect you. As much as I want to be, I cannot be at two places at once.”
I rattle it off before I lose it.
“Tori. I get what you’re saying. But I can’t walk around campus with bodyguards when I go back.”
“The fuck you can’t. This is not a request. You will have security and that’s that.” Stubborn ass woman.
“Oh, we will see about that, buster.”
Why don’t I like the sound of that?
Chapter 8
Kensie
After going round and round about the stupid fucking bodyguard, I have had enough. I can’t take anymore arguing. I am exhausted.
“Tori, I promise you me and the baby will be just fine at school.” I slap my hand over my mouth. Fuck. I turn back to face him.
“Baby?” he asks. “You aren’t on birth control?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I need birth control? You were my first.” I am getting angry and when I get angry, I start to cry. Which makes me madder, which makes me cry more. It’s confusing as hell to be honest.
“Is it mine?” he asks, and I see red.
“Of course, it’s yours,” I shout. “How could you think that?” I ask, damn near sobbing.
“Shit, I didn’t mean that, baby.”
“Yes, you did, or you wouldn’t have said it,” I say gulping in too much air, getting the hiccups.