@thexcarrollxtimes ft; Charles
Never had she been so tired. Watching her house burn had been true devastation, and for the first time in as long as she remembered, Sada had cried. She'd sat behind the wheel of her Charger and cried great, painful, heaving sobs as she held the steering wheel in a white knuckled grip. She cried until she had no tears left, expended every ounce of sadness and weakness, until all that was left behind was hard anger.
A touch up to her make up preceded her exit from the car, face as stone cold a mask as it'd ever been as she spoke with the police. Britney Beaver refused to even get close to her. By the time the flames were extinguished to smoldering coals the sky was lightening. Britney had long gone somewhere, along with the police, caution tape being pulled by a firefighter across the wrought Iron fence Charles has installed for her when she'd first bought the house.
Now, smoldering inside much like the remains of her house, and nearly as spent, she returned to the now quiet club. For the briefest moment as the building had come into sight the welling of relief very nearly pricked at her eyes but she had nothing left in her to express. Locking her car behind her, she stared at her club got a long moment before dragging her tired body in through the same door she'd rushed through hours earlier.
"Chuck!" Calling for him, she stopped in her tracks as her appreciation for him and his loyalty struck her like a physical wall upon seeing him. Without another word, she closed the distance between them with purposeful steps and pulled him into a kiss just as crushing as many before it, but deeper in a way they'd never truly been before.
