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<< THE NEXT MORNING 

  Sander stirred to the other side. She rolled freely to the floor with a loud thud. She released a sharp cry of pain as her head collided heavily with the hard surface.

 She rubbed her head as she rose up. Things spun quickly around her. She held the wall for support as it felt like her feet was being lifted from the ground.

 She looked around the room when she had gotten over it. The room was unusual quiet.

   She wore her flipflops and skipped out to the living room. Finding it empty, her heart jumoed in alarm. She checked the kitchen and bathroom for Kensington.

“Kenzie?" She called and began to walk out of the house. She stood at the stairs. It was empty.

  She returned to the room and began to pace about. Her thoughts roamed freely. She feared something terrible would have happened to her or….

 She gasped. She ran into the room and picked her phone. She must have returned to Jerome again. He must have threatened her. Her heart broke in pity. Sander picked up her phone and rang Jerome up. He picked the call at the fourth ring.

 “Good mo….”

 She was about to greet but he cut her short in an angry voice, " Give the phone to Kensington!!”

  Sander chuckled and began to pace about in the bedroom, "Where is she, Jerome? What did you say to her?” She asked calmly although she wanted to yell at him.

"Look here, It is too early to begin playing games with me. Get the phone to her NOW!!” Jerome barked.

"Games? Jerome, Kensington isn't here. I can't find her.” She said quickly, goosebumps rising in every area of her skin.

“She isn't with you. Where is she?" 

“I should be asking you that. What did you say to her? Did you threaten her?" Sander asked feeling her ears ring in rage.

 The phone made loud beep sounds. He disconnected the call.

  Sander dug her hands into her hair. Her chest heaving in panic and alarm. 

  Did she run away? She thought but dispelled the thought immediately. Kensington has no relative and no money so she couldn't have possibly ran away.

   She bit her finger as she she thought of all the possible places Kensington would be.

 She brushed her teeth hurriedly, wore a decent informal clothe of a long flowing gown. She threw a hoodie over herself and head out in search of her.

 She walked through the streets, looking into every mall, stores and clubs. Her heart skipped with worry. Could something bad had happen to her?

 She wondered as she trudged on, hungry and exhausted on the busy streets of Washington.

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  Despite the cool air whirring from the AC, Jerome still felt suffocated by the information he had just received. He peeled his clothes off his skin, he crumbled the piece of cloth and threw it to the wall with an angry roar.

       Kensington pulled a smart one. His face was washed with a malignant smile, he nodded his head and swirled around. Rage fusing through his insides and trying to boil all over his skin.

“I will destroy you, Kensington. You can't do this to me!!" He yelled, his voice trembled with rage and fear.

 He was afraid of what will befall him. If he runs out of cash, his life would be tarnished. He pummeled his fist hard on the wall and placed his forehead against the wall.

  “Where the hell are you girl?" 

     His muscles throbbed as he banged his fist repeatedly on the hard wall.

   He thought hard on what to do next. He paced back and forth in his room, his head burned with several thoughts.

He knew he had to pull some strings to find her. He knows who was perfect for the job. He searched for his phone. And when he found it, he quickly dialled a number. He spoke rasply into the phone and headed to the kitchen.

  His face fixed in a hard scowl as he gave orders to the person at the other end. He filled a mug with cappuccino, scooped a spoon of milk. He scooped again and then again. He gave it a swirl with a spoon. He picked the mug, hung up the phone and began to walk out of the kitchen and back to his room. He sat on the chair, turned his laptop on and began to work around it.

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  Her stomach grumbled nosily.Sander decided to take a bite before returning home. She walked into an eatery, ordered a burger and a cup of brown coffee.

 A satisfied moan escaped her lips when she bit the burger and swallowed down the coffee. It travelled down her throat leaving a refreshing feel on her.

   She was on the last bite when her phone rang again. She toured half of the city and she couldn't find Kensington. Her face lit up in expectations as she quickly took the call.

“Jerome,” She spoke into the phone, her heart racing in anticipation.

"Where are you?”

   Sander rolled her eyes. Why would he care?

“I have found her. Come home," His voice rang softly. Sander jumped from her chair.

 Her eyes widened. Her heart palpitating in relief. She took the last swig of her coffee and returned back home.