Fuck.
When she took off running, I took off right behind her.
Damn, Juniper, why did you come upstairs?
Chapter 7
Juniper Weaver
No, no, no… this can’t be happening.
This was supposed to be my escape out of here, not me becoming a witness to a fucking muder. I had no idea where I was going; all I knew was I had to get the fuck out of dodge. Faheem wasn’t about to kill me like he just did that other nigga. I’d be damned if I did and damned if I didn’t. I almost cried seeing the downstairs patio doors had a code on them preventing me from getting out of them. I started to get discouraged, then I got my second wind, seeing the basement door ajar. I just knew that was gonna be my way out.
“Come ‘mere, Juniper. Let me talk to you!” Faheem’s stupid ass yelled behind me like that shit was going to make me stop fucking running from him.
Did he think a bitch was slow? Hell nah, I knew what happened to witnesses. Dashing up a flight of stairs, I flew down the hallway turning the corner, almost losing my footing.
“Fuck!” I heard Faheem yell. Briefly looking back, I saw his slender frame on the floor.
Not giving a fuck that he’d busted his ass, I continued my journey down the long hallway down another flight of stairs. Darting inside the second door on my left, I entered a room that resembled a private room in a strip club. A bar in the back, a suede couch in the center of the room with a stripper pole a few feet from the couch, with another pole on a stage in the far corner of the room.
“Don’t make this shit harder than it has to be. A nigga just want to talk to you.” Faheem's voice rattled through the walls. He sounded like he was right outside the door.
Thinking quickly, I ran and slid underneath the stage that was covered by a black curtain, holding my breath when I heard the door open.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, just come talk to me!” Faheem continued yelling as he walked into the room.
I wanted to yell back ‘fuck you’, but I thought better than to let my intrusive thoughts take over.
“Did you find her?” Another person with a deep voice yelled, walking into the room. There was a silence, and I held my breath hoping they’d think I was somewhere else.
“Nah, she probably got to the back doors. Let’s go look outside.” That was Faheem. My heart skipped a beat with excitement hearing them leave the room.
I was no fool though. I waited a good forty-five minutes before I came out of my hiding spot. My heart still racing, I tried to figure out the safest way for me to get out of here. I dropped my phone running from Faheem. There was no way for me to call anyone for help. Walking over to the large window in the room, I looked out the window, and of course, it was over a pond. I would have admired the view any other day. Right now, it wasan obstacle standing in my way of freedom. I really didn’t want to go back out in the main house with no other options.
I hesitantly creeped over to the door, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves and steadying my shaking hands. Placing my hand on the door knob, I opened it. Peeking out into the hallway, I didn’t see anyone.Thank God. Stepping out, I went in the opposite direction I came from. As soon as I hit the corner, I could see the glass doors leading outside to a set of steps, speeding up, fueled by thoughts of getting out of here alive. Making it to the doors, I wasted no time wrapping my hands around the golden door handle.
No! No! No!
My body went stiff when I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Feeling a warm breath tickle my neck, tears threatened to fall.I was so fucking close.
“Going somewhere, Juni?” Faheem calmly asked me as he lifted me off my feet, throwing me over his shoulder, slapping my ass. “I should fuck you up for making me run like that.” Faheem chuckled as he made his way back down the hallway we came from.
“How’d you find me?” I asked halfway out of breath, my heart still racing.
“If I got cameras in the room you stayin’ in, why wouldn’t I have them in the rest of my house?”
Duh! I could have kicked myself for not thinking about the cameras. Faheem took me inside of a room close by the room I was hiding in. This one looked more like a man cave than anything else. He tossed me onto an oversized chair, then took a seat on the arm of the chair. The man I saw on the ground earlier was sitting across from us on a big tan couch with a cigar hanging from his mouth. The man across from us looked mean as shit. I didn’t want to look at him for too long.
“Juniper, is it?” the man asked me in an un-ethusastic tone.
“Y-Y-Yeah,” I answered in a shaky voice looking back at Faheem who wasn’t even paying attention. He was scrolling through his phone.
“Nice meeting you. I’m Big Frank, or Frank is fine. You know my son, Faheem. I know your dad, Clive. I’m sure you aren’t too fond of him right now.”
All I could do was nod in agreement with him.
“Most parents usually do whatever they have to do to protect their children. Your dad is doing everything he can to get you out of this situation. He came up with about $10,000 of what he owed us. He’s really working to get you free.”
