Caught and Narrow Escape
Carson
*******g a*sholes. That f*cking sl*t!” I roared as I slammed into my apartment. Those d*cks broke my f*cking nose. The doc said I had gotten lucky that the second punch straightened my nose back or else it would have been a really painful process to snap it back in place because the first punch almost shattered it.
They both hit hard, but that first guy, f*ck, it felt like a brick hit my face. Who in the f*ck was that guy? Shay claimed he was her boyfriend, but the date she had the other night was with the auburn-haired guy who stormed out of the place. I’ve never seen this guy before. And I knew the black guy wasn’t her boyfriend. He screamed gay. He was dressed way too nicely, and he had lip gloss on for God’s sake. Did they think I was a f*cking m*ron?
Shay really has changed. It’s only been like fifteen months. How in the hell has she changed so much? She was so innocent and naive when we got together. She was like that in school too, and that’s what drew me to her when I saw her again. Now, I can’t lie, she still has that beautiful innocence about her, but obviously someone’s corrupted her.
A knock on my door startled me. Who in the f*ck could that be? I opened the door, and a fist flew and hit me in the nose.
“F****CK!” I screamed.
“You made Shay cry! What in the f*ck did you say to her?”
I looked up and there was that simp Charles. How in the f*ck did he find out where I lived?
“What in the hell are you doing here? How did you find out where I lived, and how do you know I made Shay cry? I didn’t make her cry, some a*shole did when he walked away from her.
“I’ve been following Shay. I know her every move now. Soon, I’ll be able to save her from the corrupted people in her life. I followed you from the café, to the doctors and finally here. I won’t let anyone hurt Shay,” he growled before turning and storming out of my apartment.
“You’re a f*cking psycho!” I screamed, slamming my door. I ran to the bathroom to check my bandaged nose. The bandage was covered in blood. “F*ck,” I said in a nasal voice. I grabbed my keys and went back to the doctors.
An hour later with a new bandage, I was still seething. I looked over at my table where the cameras were. I needed to get those installed. I swooped them into a bag and drove to Shay’s house. I drove by it and didn’t see any cars in the driveway. I looked around the street. There were a couple of cars, but they were empty.
I parked down the street and, with a hat lowered on my head, made my way to Shay’s house. I looked in the windows and didn’t see anyone inside. She must still be out. I tried the windows and found them locked. I walked around the house, saw a sliding door and tried it, locked. F*ck how was I supposed to get inside? Did she have an alarm?
I put my face to the window and covered the sides of my eyes to peer in. I looked at the front door from the sliding glass door and didn’t see an alarm panel. If I break the glass here, I can reach through and unlock the door. I can set up the cameras and then leave. By the time she notices the broken glass and calls the cops, I’ll be long gone. I searched the backyard for a rock when I heard squealing tired off in the distance and a revving engine. Was that vehicle coming here? There’s no way right? But something was screaming at me to get out of there. I ran to the other side of the yard and scrambled over the fence to her neighbor’s yard. I fell hard on the ground and heard a menacing growl. I looked up, and ten feet away were two Dobermann’s.
“Oh sh*t. Good doggies,” I said. As I stood up, they both lowered their heads, growls and sharp barks coming from them. I took a step to the side, and they took off, running straight for me.
“SH****T!” I screeched. I ran to the fence on the other side and scrambled as fast as I could up it. One of them got hold
of my pant leg and started shaking its head violently.
“Nooooo,” I yelled, before yanking my leg hard and toppling over the fence with a crash onto my head. I was on the sidewalk on the other side. Thank God, I ran the way towards my parked car. I limped to my car and threw myself in, just as two police cruisers came speeding by. I started my car, did a quick U-turn and took off for my apartment. That was f*cking close. I still don’t know if those squealing tires were for me, but I didn’t want to take the chance of getting caught.
D*mn, was she worth all this? Maybe I should give up and find somewhere else to live. No, she needed to learn a lesson that she can’t treat me this way. She loved me once and most likely still had some feelings for me. You don’t just stop loving someone after dating for four years and in only a year and three months’ time, right?
I got back to my apartment and checked my leg out. There were just a few bloody scratches around my ankle, one on my elbow where I fell, and I was pretty sure my pinky on my right hand was sprained or broken. F*ck what a day. I needed to
rest and regroup.
Mic
Man today was drama-filled, but it sure was fun. I thought, chuckling. I’m really liking Bryce and Bryson for Shay. They remind me of us with Isha. I can see them being together like us. The emotion I felt coming off of Bryson when he thought Shay cheated on him was telling. I had looked at Ford, and he nodded. He felt it too.
“You love her?” I had asked, when we finally caught up with Bryson after he stormed out of Sip and Click. When Isha texted us that Shay’s ex was at the café, we practically bolted from the meeting we were having with the guys. I yelled that Shay might be in trouble and Bryce and Bryson were on our tail, jumping into Dawson’s SUV with us. Luckily, the café
was only a few short miles away from us.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure I do,” he mumbled.
“Then give her a chance to explain. It’s not what you think,” Ford said.
“Plus, James is a good guy, you’ll like him once you get to know him,” I said.
“Yeah you don’t know him, he’s 100% into c*ck,” Ford stated.
Once we got him to calm down, James introduced himself and explained everything. Bryson’s head snapped over to look
at Shay when James said he was protecting her from her ex.
I sighed with relief when Bryson went to her, and she jumped into his arms and he buried his face in her neck. I looked at Dawson, and he nodded. Davis had a huge smile on his face. I looked at our wife and she was smiling. All was right in the world again.
“I think we’re being followed,” Dawson mumbled as he drove us back to the firm. Bryce and Bryson looked behind us and
so did Davis and I. There were three or four cars behind us and I furrowed my brow.
“I don’t see anything,” I said.
“I’m going to make a few rights. Watch the big black truck.”
I saw the truck then, We watched with every right we took it did the same. But we were in the city, so it could just be a coincidence. When Dawson made a fourth right and the truck went straight, we all relaxed.
“Guess, I was wrong,” he mumbled.
We went back to the firm and finished our meeting, then I made some calls to some clients for follow-ups. I got an alert on my computer screen and I clicked on it. I made a sharp inhale. The cameras we turned back on at our old house, and they activated with movement in the backyard. Maybe we need some in the front of the house. I watched as a guy cupped
2/3
Caught and Narrow Escape
his hands and pressed his face into the sliding glass door after trying to open it. I hit a button on my office phone.
“Yo,” Ford said, just as Dawson and Davis came bursting into my office.
“Got an alert at our old house. Some guy is looking into the house from the backyard.”
+8 Pointi
“F*ck, I’m not even on my computer,” Ford said. I heard some clicking. Dawson and Davis were on the phone to the police and Shay seeing where she was at.
“Let’s go,” Ford said.
We ran to the SUV. Bryce and Bryson were both sent to a venue to do an evening security job for a couple of hours. Dawson sped through the streets. I pulled up the footage on my phone.
“He’s looking for something,” I said. Dawson took a sharp turn, tires squealing.
“Wait, he’s looking around frantically, f*ck he just took off over our fence into Mrs. Bray’s backyard.
Davis and Ford chuckled, I smiled and Dawson grunted. We all knew Mrs. Bray had two Dobermans that loved her. They were extremely protective of her and their territory. Mr. and Mrs. Bray raised and bred Doberman’s. When Mr. Bray
passed, Mrs. Bray stopped their breeding business and kept two for herself and raised them. Those dogs would tear this person apart if they got a hold of him.
We pulled up to the house and checked the perimeter. Davis held up something and walked over to us.
“It’s a camera,” I said.
“Yeah, looks like the kind we have in the house and out here,” Ford said.
“Who is this guy?” Davis asked.
“I don’t know, but we need to find out. Where are James and the girls?” Dawson asked.
“Shay’s at the store. She said they all went their separate ways after the movie they went to after the café incident. She
was going to stop by the store to grab stuff for dinner tonight,” Davis said.
“Thank f*ck she wasn’t here. Alright, I’m going back to the office. One of you stays here and waits for her. You guys figure
out who is going to relieve Bryce and Bryson, so they can come home early. I’m sure this is going to freak her out. The image of this guy isn’t really clear, the shadows are obscuring his face and the hat’s pretty low. But I think I can get the image cleared up so we can show Shay and the guys,” Dawson said.
“Not it,” I called out before Ford and Davis could. They grumbled. No one else was available right now to relive Bryce and
Bryson. I chuckled and slapped my hands together before rubbing them. I get to wait here and relax by the pool.
