𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 . - Chapter 19: Chapter 19

it was amazing thank you!
I'm just worried rn, hurry.
After calling up key'mirs mother, I felt proud of myself. She was so lovely I always found it weird why he barely brought her up.
Until I found out that they haven't seen each other for six years now, I know it wasn't my business, but I just felt like helping him.
Earlier today I got a text from his mother that something was worrying her, i took a day off today just for that. But I felt like it was going to be bad news, I know Key'mirs condition wasn't as top notch but this time,
This time I felt like the news she was going to tell me is something I'd never even thought would happen at his age right now, he's so young.
"That's my home girl! That's it." Exiting out of my car, my attention fell onto the small crowd surrounding a younger lady holding a baby in her right hand— the other was occupied with a brick.
"Not my business, not my business." I murmur to myself, widening my eyes at the sound of the brick shattering against the car windshield, jogging away in fear looking around the house.
I never grew up in places like this, places that always had some type of alternation happening in the middle of the streets every day.
Wasn't a violence fan, never would be. But maybe for key'mir it's acceptable.
"Hey Eva," She looked just like him, it was adorable. Didn't know where he got his attention and his negative ways from, I guess, his father? Maybe.
"Come in, come in." She says happily leading me inside of her house, it was old, but it had so many treasures of memories on the walls, "I have a guest as well, if that's okay."
"Your son looks so bad in these photos; Key looks like a troublemaker." I chuckle leaving my shoes at the front of the house, catching up to Evangeline wondering who this other guest was.
Maybe I was going to meet Key'mirs ex, if so. I hope she's nice.
"He was baby." I hear her bubbly laugh in the distance, watching around. "When he got older, he worried about other people then himself, same reason why he's in that place. But that's my baby, I'll be with him through everything."
"Me too." I sigh telling myself, meeting eyes with a younger woman who looked around the same age as me, she was pretty, darkskin. Had her hair slicked back down but her curl pattern still stood out perfectly,
She looked mean though, had that bitch face like she was ready to fight. Muggin at me like I've started some imagery beef with her.
"I'm moonie, you must be the new me?" I stood uncomfortable pointing at myself, wondering who this girl was talking to. New you? What do you even mean.
"New you?" I question, key'mirs mother laughs nervously beside me gesturing her arms out for me to take a seat. "Your key'mirs ex?" She nods, "You don't seem like his type."
"But my type made him get me pregnant—"
"With a dead baby that didn't have a chance to ride a bike." Maybe that was too far, I really didn't have to say that it was a dead baby, his baby. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that y'all." I cover my mouth.
"It's okay." They both say, "But I heard key really likes you, thank you for helping him." Moonie gets up from her seat, pulling me in her warm embrace as we hugged each other like we were close friends. "And I really hope you can help him remember me... And his brother."
"What do you mean?" I laughed lightly, reaching in to grab the abandoned water bottle that sat in the middle of the table. "Schizophrenia rarely causes short—, and long-term memory loss."
"This is why i called you today, Vendetta." Evangeline, key 'mir's mother grabs a hold of my hand glancing at the small worry that was forming in her eyes,
"He seemed different when i saw him, maybe because i've never seen him in six years, but that day he didn't even recognise he had a brother, Vendetta. He's losing his memory, i don't know how long it would take for him to forget about all of us."
"We talked about his brother days ago— i can't believe it." I wasn't no psychologist but maybe when key mentioned that his brother went to hell, that's when his memory about him fell into a massive sink hole where no one could rescue him.
•••
"Can you open cell 40?" I stood beside the guard getting chills down my spine, the number of caged doors that stood around me was depressing,
But it was also a good cause because most of these men inside here are murderers, rapists, and pedophiles.
Key'mirs cell was only two blocks away from me, the loud ruckus from underneath us was so loud I could barely hear what the guard tried to say to me.
He then gestured his hands out forward from me, leading the way to his cold cell. It wasn't as pleasing; this was my first time ever witnessing this with my own eyes.
It felt depressing, dark ass and cold. Gave off a weird vibe of 'this is why his acting the why he is'.
"Ven, Ven!" There it was, his cheerful excitement every time he saw me, Paco was on the top bunk with one of his legs up as the other laid flat on the mattress, wondering his eyes through the book he was holding like it was eye catching.
"Step away, Valentino." The guard says with the heavy base in his tone, I told him it was okay to leave us alone while he nodded back in response.
"Guard talking hot like I won't gut up his gut into pieces," Key'mir says casually cheesin', bringing his arms out to hug me. "How have you been? Thought you didn't have a shift today?"
"I don't, I just wanted to check on your that's all." I say, he looks happy at my comment. Throwing his thin arms around me, this was my first time hugging him without his hands being tied locked.
I liked it, he was warm. But his nasty scent was throwing me off, his tattoos were now up close to my face. I know that have so much meaning to it, it was beautiful.
I would love to get use to this. When he gets out, and when he doesn't forget about my whole existence just like he did with his brother, and moonie.
"That's nice on you, you think that's some nice shit to do Paco?" I listen to their small conversation, sitting down on his messy bottom bunk getting shy like this was my first hit.
The cell closed, scaring me. "It's nice, but I think ol' girl a lil' scared right now gang. She is squeezing them legs so tight to each other cuddy!" Paco chuckled with his head sticking down, not helping himself but laugh even more.
"I'm not scared, I'm just a little frightened." I say nervously earning a laugh from the two. "The cells are closed so everything should be fine, right?"
They both look at each other, I felt like they were brewing up a lie, but I don't know. These men, well I would say they act like little boys play too damn much.
"I do not like y'all, giggling and the corner. Say it with your chest please?"
"Oh, it's nun Ven." Key'mir laughs even more. "Can I show you something? It's in my notes, here." He seats himself down next to me, his height made him it himself on the strings from the top bunk scratching his head. "Shit hurt."
"It's okay," I smile lightly, blowing the area patting it gently. He was focused on the 'notes' he was showing me, it looked like a small diary though.
There were so many written pages he skipped past through, even one that my eyes caught— it had my name written on it.
"I need to rip out the page about moonie and this random nigga," He shrugs clueless. "I don't even remember writing about them, I ain't gon' lie. Probably some imagination huh?" He laughs lightly.
I follow along replying, "Yeah. Key—" I stop him, looking down as he stopped on his daughter's page. "I need to tell you something."
"Hmm? You good? We can leave and go to the infirmary it that makes your comfortable." I nod, "A'ight, I'll call him up to send me down there with you, wait for me."
•••
Then everything went back to normal, his hands were tied locked again.
"Can you take the hand cuffs off please? It just makes things easier for me." The guard hesitates at first but my small convincing slightly got in through his head.
Closing the door behind me, I watched key sit himself on the hospital bed making himself comfortable, "Why are you so happy all of a sudden?"
"I don't know," He shrugs bringing his arms out to me, pulling me in his bubble as my legs trapped around his— standing in between them. "You look beautiful today."
"Thank you." The compliment was sweet, I couldn't help myself but smile so widely, interlocking my hands with his. "I need to tell you something though, it's urgent."
"Hit me girl."
"Uh—so, I saw your mother today!" His eyes lit up in excitement. "Key, she looks exactly like you, but way nicer."
"Got that shit from my daddy," He laughs. "You looked way to scared and sad before in the cell, you sure that's what you wanted to tell me, Vendetta?"
I played around with his hands gazing down at our feets before bringing my eyes back on him, "You're losing your memory, Key."
He denies is, shaking it off with his small faint laugh. "How? I know my daughter's dead and I still got her in my heart, my mama, kevo, Paco. You. I still got my memory, Ven."
I smile with my eyebrows dropping slowly, it was emotional, but I didn't want to make it seem it was a bad thing, he looks so happy right now and thinks those two gone were never ever in his life before.
"You had a brother," I gaze down at him, his eyes were still stuck on mine as he licked his bottom lip. "And the mother of your child. Your brother died though, but the mother of your child is still alive, Moonie?"
"Moonie?" He says her name like it was his first time pronouncing it. "My mom was talking about this 'moonie' yesterday. I swear that lady is a lost muhfucker',"
"But look," He gets up on his feet, towering over me tilting his head over to get my attention. "Even if what you're saying is true, I'll make sure I won't forget you, Vendetta."
I frown, "It is true Key, you're losing your memory and I feel like I don't know how to help you with it. I can't help you this time." There it goes, the tears. That one cold tear slipping out of my eye, the tears finally got to me,
And he wiped it off, I felt so warm around him.
"We can do it together," His small smile paints across his face, bringing his hands around my cheeks cupping them in his palms. "We gon' do it together a'ight?"
"I don't know." I spoke lightly, key'mir brushed his tongue against mine swirling them around as his lips began to crash with mine.
He was passionate with the kiss like he meant what he said, his grip around my cheeks were steady and soft, it felt like our first kiss all over again.
I've had sex before, with other men. But never fell in love, The others were fast with everything, their kisses weren't meaningful or passionate; it was just sex.
With Key, he wanted it to be passionate. Aiming to tell me that the small sexual tension between us isn't going to be fast.
It was like he was showing his love out to me.
His moan was soft, as were mine when they travelled inside of his mouth.
We were silent for a bit, only because we were both enjoying the moment, it was sooner than later that out passionate kisses began to turn heavy and wet,
More burning than before, "We can't," I tell him ever though i very much did want to continue this, but there were guards surrounding us right outside of this door.
He lifts me up, "I know, i'm just telling you that i got you. We'll do it together, i won't forget you."
"You won't?" I ask with a raised brow while he sat himself down, but i could feel his erection growing on the side of my thigh.
Even though he wanted it, we wanted it. I couldn't give it to him. That's what my mind was telling me, but my body wasn't,
They trailed their hands around his crotch as he returned a nervous laugh, holding my wrist to stop me. "We are going to get caught girl." He says we were going to get caught but helps me pull down his orange pants.
I licked off his pre-cum that stood visible on top of his pink shaft, gazing up at him as he tucked his lip under.
My tongue played with his tip for a little before entering his dick inside of mouth, even though it hit the back of my throat the rest didn't even fit my whole mouth.
His veins touched my lips, "hmm." Moaning, my legs were crouched as my hands stroked his dick while my lips warmed him up even more.
"Hmm," I moan again bopping my head creating a faster pace, his hands pressed down my head causing me to gag onto his dick as a tear slide down my face,
Keys head fell back covering his mouth to block the small cursing and moans he was trying to avoid letting out.
I was getting hornier by every second; my nipples we're hardening under my uniform, God I wanted his lips around them and my pussy warming it up.
But I also wanted to pleasure him as well because I know he needed it.
"Fuck, man." He groaned lightly twitching, shooting himself inside of my mouth while I kept sucking— spitting the heavy smooth of saliva creating a mess I didn't want anyone to see.
The bubbles on his dick began to run down my fingers as I kept stroking, swallowing the continuous cum that kept exiting out of him.
"Chill, Ven." He says breathlessly, "Oh, fuck." His moan just drove me more, he lifts himself up going in to grab a hold of my neck, throwing his lips onto mine tasting himself.
Nasty but, my type of thing to do.