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Mychal Kendricks
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30. Blessing
Peyton
Watching as PJ paced the room, he huffed trying to calm down as we waited for them to bring Shakyra out. This was Kyra’s first real offense so they weren’t looking to throw the book at her, but considering the charge she is facing a bit of time if we don’t win this case. We've been doing our dudiligence to help her get all of this sorted out as well as maintain her reputation with the media, so it's been a stressful couple of weeks. The courts had decided to hold her in jail for the length of the trial, but we pulled some strings and were able to get an early release on the condition that she does not leave the country, so today she gets to come home and PJ could not be any happier.
"Dad, what's taking so long?" "She's being processed out PJ, it takes a good few hours." "That's bull, man. They need to hurry up so I can see my baby." He ranted as me and Erika smiled at each other. "Sounds just like you." "Nah, Baby Bear, that's your son right there." I said pulling her close as we heard the doors buzz and saw Kyra walking out. Spotting her, PJ ran over and scooped her up into his arms as she broke down crying what looked like tears of joy. Setting her down, he kissed her deeply smiling as he had started to cry himself. "I missed you so much, PJ. I was so scared." "I missed you too, baby. Don't be scared, I got you. I always got you." They crooned out. Clearing my throat, they looked up before we walked over and gave Kyra a genuine hug and got her in the car to head home.
Due to what had been going on, we suggested that PJ move him and Shakyra to a new location for safety and privacy, so we had them moved to one our secret family homes in the countryside that we own. Driving up to the property, we headed in and got her settled so we could discuss the case.
Shakyra
Once everything was said and done, PJ's parents and Summer left us alone to get acclimated to our new home. Turning to Peyton, I hugged him close as he squeezed back tightly. "I'm never letting go. Ever." He soothed as I sighed deeply taking in his luscious cologne. "I think Leah did this shit." "What?" He asked setting me down. "I'm not a hundred percent sure, but baby trust me on this. My intuition is saying that Leah did this or had this set up." “Funny thing is, I been thinking the same thing but I ain’t been able to prove it forreal. She been laying low and I haven’t seen any movement from her people or accounts suggesting any shiesty stuff. I definitely believe you though.” He said as I nodded in concern. I know I’m right about this…
Waking up from my sleep, I looked around warily for PJ after seeing the bed was empty. Retrieving a note he left on the pillow, I silently read it before sighing as I realized his whereabouts. ‘Hey, my baby. I headed to the store real quick to get some groceries for the new crib. You looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb your rest, but I’ll be back shortly. I luh you guhhh, PJ.’ He had written out causing me to blush as I stretched and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Walking down to the kitchen, I thought about which cereal I was gonna stuff my face with when I halted in my tracks as I saw an unknown white man shuffling through drawers as if he were looking for some money or valuables. Taking in a quiet shallow breath, I retreated back up the stairs before crying as I carefully looked for my pistol. Grabbing hold of it, I creeped back down making real sure he couldn’t see me before raising the gun up to his head. “Now I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, or who sent you here, but I will tell you one thing. You’ve got a half a second to get some common sense and get the fuck out of my house before my man gets back!!!” “Your man? Hmmm, funny.” “You li- BANG!”
Peyton, Jr.
“Aye, baeeeee! I’m home! I’m sorry I had left without waking you but you looked so peaceful and I ain’t wanna disturb you.” I called out as I set the bags in the foyer so I could close and lock the door. “Kyra? Kyraaaaaaaa? So you ain’t miss ya boy?” I said grabbing the bags and heading to the kitchen. Walking in, I saw a mysterious red puddle before dropping the grocery bags in shock. “No. No, no, no… NO!!!!” I screamed in agony as I saw Shakyra laying in a pool of blood shaking as she held her side. “Kyra, what the fuck happened?!?!?! No no no.” I croaked out as she looked up at me weakly and stammered. “P-“ “Hold on, baby, it’s gonna be ok. I’m getting help now.” I tried to soothe through tears as I propped her head up and tried locating the wound. Immediately getting a hold of 911, I called for an ambulance and police while holding her in my lap. “PJ, I don’t wanna die.” She cried weakly as I shushed her crying and trying to put pressure on her. “Kyra, no, come on baby. You can’t leave me like this. Just breathe slowly ok? I’m getting help, just breathe. Please I need you.” I sobbed as she held my hand tightly and we cried. “Babyyyyyyy, please don’t do this to me, I just found you. Please be ok.” I pleaded for her to hold on as paramedics finally arrived to assist her. Who the fuck would do this sick shit?! Especially to my Angel…
my husband again
@mykey_k: running away with your Nintendo switch because your on crutches and you can’t catch her