R Kelly Trapped In The Closet Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

"They're going to keep looking. You know they will. And when they find me–" "They won't," Kelly cut in. She walked to the small table in the corner and picked up a bottle of water. She took a long drink, then tossed it at my feet. It rolled close but I couldn't reach it without pulling the chains tight. "Drink if you want. Or don't. Doesn't matter to me."

Kelly turned to me with a knowing stare and guided me down another hallway to the right. “I know you must be hungry. I thought I heard you say you had been on the run for two to three days. Once we meet with the alpha, you will be able to eat until you puke if you want.” I looked at her big bright smile. She was trying to lighten my mood. I giggled at her. How can she be so nice to a stranger? We came to the first door on the right once we entered the hallway. Kelly stopped and turned to me before she knocked. I was biting my lip, lost in my nervous thoughts. “This is it.” Said Kelly. “Oh! already?” There goes my heart rate.

The man answered shortly, “Please, do make yourself comfortable with the drinks.” “Oh, thank you.” The chauffeur started up the car and then drove off. *** Meanwhile, Kelly had herself locked up inside her room. “Kelly, open this door!” Terry yelled, “You're coming with me to that cocktail party. I'll have to drag you with me if I must!” “I don't wanna go!” Kelly yelled back, “I wanna stay in here! Is that a crime?” “You better open up or I'll bring this door down!” Kelly bit her lips, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“But it’s where Kane would go… if you pushed him into it.” Kelly’s eyes snapped to mine. “Think he’s funneling them?” “Like rats in a maze,” I whispered. “And you know what comes at the end of that maze.” “A trap.” He pushed the chair away and stood. “We need to move.” “What if it’s already too late?” I asked quietly. Kelly paused, then leaned in. “Then we make sure we’re not.” I followed him down the hall, heart racing. He stopped suddenly. “Gina.”

If the two met, the secrets buried deep in Alexa’s fragmented memories would surface, unraveling everything. --- Back at the boutique, Alexa paced the floor, her anxiety mounting. The eerie silence of the locked mall amplified her fears. She pressed her hands against the glass doors, shouting, but no sound escaped the soundproof walls. Her mind raced. “What did I do to upset Madame Melissa? Why would she trap me here?” She thought of Julian, her heart aching with longing. “Please come for me,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. --- Roberto’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as he sped onto the highway. His mind was in overdrive, replaying every detail. He couldn’t shake the

Very cruel. “If I find out that you are lying to me, I will…..fuck!” he screams, and I run into my closet, and I hurriedly shut the door after me. A few seconds later, I hear him leave my room. I slowly leave the closet, and I lock the door of my room. Claire brings me dinner, and I refuse to eat. My heart is heavy. I keep the locket tucked away, hidden from sight, and I sleep in fear of him coming back.

“Thank you. But... I think he’s ready to move on. And honestly? I want to be the one.” “Good,” I smiled. “You deserve that spark.” Then Malia turned sly. “And what about you, Kelly? I saw you sneaking out of Rodrigo’s room.” Kelly’s jaw dropped. “It’s not—! I forgot my charger! He borrowed it!” I gasped. “Kelly Rivers Anton! More. Explaining. Now.” The room exploded in laughter, giggles echoing off the walls as I threw a pillow at her. It felt normal. Safe. Alive.

Is she interested in me? Darryl thought and secretly swallowed his saliva. He said, "Your Highness?" However, Darryl was puzzled that Kelly was merely soaking herself in the wooden barrel—motionless and unresponsive. 'What's going on?' Darryl lost his patience. He walked over slowly, and he was dumbfounded. Kelly's eyes were closed; she was unconscious. 'Oh, no! This is a trap!' Darryl knew what was going on right away and quickly exited the room.

Moana “Don’t worry, you two,” Kelly said as she turned around in her seat to look at us. There was a sick, twisted grin on her gaunt face. She looked even more skeletal than before, as though she hadn’t eaten or slept in days, maybe even weeks. “I’m going to take you far, far away. And I’ll make sure that Edrick never finds you.” “K-Kelly?” I whimpered. I tried the car door again, but it was still locked. And it was too late now; the light turned green and Kelly hit the gas, speeding down the mostly empty street.

On any other day, Carter would have stopped her, mindful of her health, unwilling to let her leave in such weather. Yet now, he stood rooted, silent, making no move to stop her. From the corner of her eye, she stole a glance at Thomas. But he didn't even spare her a look. He was busy toweling the rain from his face. A chill coiled through Kelly's chest, edged with unease. What was happening? Where had it gone wrong? Rain hammered down in torrents outside. Trapped by her own act, Kelly found herself in an impossible bind. Still, she had always been bold enough to play the wounded victim.