Roommates

8

It was now 3:34am. 4 Days after Khalil said he wouldn't pay Kidd. And he still hasn't. Khalil was at the trap while Jayla was home, locked away in her room. She hasn't talked to Khalil since he basically said he doesn't care about her.

Jayla laid in bed with her eyes open, staring at nothing. Why would he say that? She know they haven't been together for that long but damn. She heard moving downstairs and knew for a fact is wasn't Khalil cause he's been sleeping at the trap.

Jayla didn't even resist, she actually got up and unlocked her room door to make it easier for them. Since Khalil doesn't want her there, she'll leave.

She turned on her room light and grabbed her 2 Jordan duffle bag, stuffing one with all her panties, most of her shirts and most of her pants.

The other bag, she filled with her shoes, toothbrush, pads and hair stuff. While she was zipping up her last bag, she felt a gun being pressed against her temple. "Don't scream or I'll shoot" she recognized Kidd's voice. She slowly turned around with her 2 bags on her shoulders.

"Ready" she said before walking towards her room door. Kidd grabbed her arm pulling her back.

"What's in them?" he asked referring to the bags.

"Clothes, shoes, pads and my hair s**t. You can check if you want" He shook his head hesitantly. "Good, let's go" she turned to leave again, with Kidd right behind her.

Jayla threw her bags in the car and hopped in the passenger seat. Kidd got in and drove towards his trap, with 3 SUV's behind him. Kidd looked at Jayla, listening to music, confused. He tapped her shoulder.

"Yes"she said softly.

"Why you came willingly? I thought you would put up a fight or something"

"Khalil basically said he doesn't care if you take me, so I made it easier for you. I never stay anywhere I'm not wanted" she said shrugging.

Kidd nodded. He pulled up to his trap and walked in, with Jayla behind him.

When Jayla walked in, niggas were licking their lips and the girls were sizing her up hard making her feel uncomfortable.

She walked into Kidd's office and took a seat in the corner, and put her headphones back in but turned her music down.

"This is so confusing" Kidd said shaking his head. He didn't know if it was a set up or if Jayla really did just want to leave. When he finished working, he took Jayla to a room in the trap. "You're staying here" he said.

"No I'm not" she challenged. The room was about the size of a average kitchen, twin bed, small closet and a night stand. "I don't know who was on that bed, ain't nowhere for my clothes, it stinks- no"

Kidd gave her a scrunched up face. "This isn't the Hilton hotel. Get in this damn room, and if I find out you left.. We will have a problem" he said before pushing Jayla in the room and locking it from the outside.

Jayla sighed before looking around the room. There was a bathroom connected to the room, so that was good. She can make this work. All she needed was some cleaning things and a broom and mop.

She walked to the room door and started knocking hoping someone, mostly Kidd, would answer. Soon someone did and it was Kidd.

"What man" he said annoyed. She hasn't been there an hour yet and she being a pest.

"Can I get some cleaning supplies, broom, mop, and a clean sheet and a thick blanket? Please"

Kidd laughed" Naw you good"

"Kidd come on, I'm stuck in this s**t hole. I'm trying to make the best of it" Kidd nodded before going to get some Pine sol, bleach, toilet bowl cleaner, mop and a bucket, a broom and the blankets she asked for.

"Thank you" she said smiling as he set everything on the floor. Kidd watched her take the Pine sol and bleach into the bathroom before getting the toilet bowl cleaner. "Oh and I need a towel, some soap, and 2 rags. Oh and some tissue" Kidd groaned then went to get everything.

Jayla turned on 90's R&B radio on Pandora.

Jayla started in the bathroom and sprayed bleach on the tub, toilet and the sink. Then used the toilet bowl cleaner.

After is sat for 5 minutes, she wiped everything down before putting the tissue, soap, rag, towel and her toothbrush in there.

She then moved on to the bedroom and wiped down the dusty nightstand, then made the bed. She swept the floors, including the bathroom before mopping.

The whole time, Kidd was in the room watching, not saying a word. She seriously getting comfortable. "You want a tv too?" he found himself asking. Jayla looked at him weird.

"Uh sure. Thank you" Kidd nodded before walking out. He walked back in with a mini flat screen and set it on the floor. He walked out again before returning with another nightstand, this one much bigger and put the flat screen on top of it.

Kidd stared at Jayla as she sat on the floor and organized her things.

Jayla knew Kidd was staring at her and when she turned around and, he was. She gave him a warm smile before going back to her clothes. Kidd sat on the foot of her bed and rubbed his hands over his waves.

"Jayla, man, what you doin?"

"Fixing my clothes" she said in a duh tone.

"Naw, I mean what you doin to me? I'm suppose to be heartless towards you but I'm over here starin at you and s**t. Bringin you flat screens and lettin you good comfortable"

She got up and stood in front of Kidd "Maybe it's not in you to be mean. Or maybe you can't be mean to me cause I'm being nice towards you"

Kidd slowly looked up at her, scanning his eyes over her thick thighs, her exposed mid-drift, her B cups, then her smile and her big brown eyes.

"Ah s**t" he said to himself. Although it's been less than 6 hours with Jayla, he can feel himself catching feelings almost immediately. He's a thug, thugs don't catch feelings for people they kidnapped. He did something a mean thug would do.

Kidd quickly stood up and glared at Jayla. He put his hand around Jayla's neck and pushed her against the wall hard. "I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that guy. I will slit your throat and not think twice about it."

Jayla stared into Kidd's eyes, which were filled with anger. "You were just being so sweet to me" she said softly. Kidd actually started choking her, to the point where her face was turning pale.

"Like I said, I'm not that guy. Now don't speak to me unless I say you can. I don't want to hear s**t from you and if I even hear a piece of clothing fall in here, I will torture your ass making sure it's slow ok?" Jayla nodded as tears ran down her face. Kidd let her go and she dropped to the floor crying and catching her breath.

Kidd left the room and Jayla quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. She cried silently second guessing her decision to willingly leave with Kidd.

She grabbed some sweats and a tank top before getting in the shower. After about 7 minutes in the shower, she heard banging on the door. "That's enough. Get the f**k out" Kidd yelled.

Jayla quickly turned the water off and got out. She dried herself off then lotioned her body before putting her clothes on and bushing her teeth.

Before leaving the bathroom, she looked in the mirror seeing Kidd's hand print around her neck. She sighed then walked out.

She turned on Slow jams radio on Pandora before falling asleep.

Its been a week since and Jayla got out the shower and laid down. Nothing was good on tv so she turned on Pandora and went to sleep. In the middle of the night, she felt someone get on top of her and pin her down before kissing her neck.

"Noo stop. Get off me" she yelled. The person ignored her and tried pulling down her sweats. She screamed loud trying to pull her pants and panties back up.

The person got them off and climbed between her legs. She screamed loud again as the person thrusted inside of her and groaned.

He pumped into Jayla twice before the room light came on and in the door way stood Kidd with his gun.

"Nigga get the f**k off her" he yelled. His worker jumped up and put his d**k back in his pants while Jayla sat up and pulled the covers over her. "Get out" Kidd growled. His worker listened and as soon as the worker was out of view from Jayla, Kidd shot him in the back of the head.

Jayla cried as blood spilled from between her legs. Kidd looked at her and slowly walked over "Jayla, are you ok?" he asked lowly.

Kidd felt bad for her. Here he was being a d**k for no reason, then she gets r***d in his care.

Jayla ignored his question and closed her eyes. Her breathing became heavy as she clutched on to the covers for dear life.

She tried controlling her breathing but it didn't help, which made her cry harder, which made it harder for her to breath.

"Jayla, Jayla breath. Calm down" Kidd said. He touched her arm gently before she jumped out the bed and ran to her bag, grabbing her pills.

Her breathing leveled out as she put her sweats on and walked into the bathroom.

Kidd sat on the bed and waited for her.

Jayla turned on the shower and washed herself. She scrubbed hard, making sure to get the feeling of that man touching her, off. She finished and threw on jeans and a tank top before walking out seeing Kidd with his head in his hands.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him How could he think this was ok? First he all nice, then he becomes abusive and then she get r***d. She felt she was so much better off staying with someone who doesn't care about her, Khalil.

Then the feeling of nobody really caring about her set in. She felt she'd be better off dead then alive. She would be out of everyone's way, and no one would have to stress over her.

Kidd still hasn't looked up at her, and Jayla hasn't stated her presence. He told her not to speak to him, so she not. The last thing she wanted was for him to hit her the same night her virginity was taken.

Is it so hard to ask for a males affection? The first boyfriend Jayla had, basically says he doesn't care about and wants her to be kidnapped then her kidnapper chokes her almost to death and emotionally abuses her.

Finally, Kidd looked up and noticed Jayla staring at him with tears in her eyes, but not falling.

He got up and walked over to her, but she backed away, the tears falling down her face. "Jayla, talk to me" he whispered. Jayla shook her head slightly. Kidd sighed and left her alone.

Jayla walked to the bed after changing the sheets, and cried herself to sleep. Feeling that same feeling she did when her grandmother passed started to set in.

Depression.