Ch.4: Ghost of the Past
You have had difficulty keeping your mind at ease ever since Jessica told that Greg is looking for you. But, you can't let him rule your life. You have come too far for that. You just kept focusing on your date Saturday night with Darren.
Darren called just like he said he would, and asked you to dinner Saturday night. He sounded kinda nervous on the phone and you couldn't help but giggle because he was acting like a teenage boy asking a girl out for the first time. You said yes, and ever since then you have been texting back and forth.
"Hey Kimmie," Thomas said when he got home from work. "How have you been? It's seems we have both been busy lately."
"I have been good," you replied.
"I have a date Saturday night with Darren, that guy from the club," you said.
"What?" he asked. "But, you didn't give him your number."
"Yeah, well it turns out he frequents the same coffee shop I do, so we kinda ran into each other there," you said.
"Right on!" he exclaimed. "What else is new?"
"Well I saw Jess the other night," you said. "And she said that Greg called looking for me. Jess didn't say where I was or anything, but it looks like he wants to find me."
"WHAT?!" he shouted. "Where is he? I swear to God if I ever see his face again it will be his last breath!"
"Thomas! Please!" you replied. "He doesn't know where I am. I'm not thrilled by the thought, but let's not have you go to jail ok?"
"Ok seriously Kimmie, I want you to be careful," he said. "Just be cautious, ok?"
"I will, I promise," you replied.
You were panicking. Darren was supposed to be here in 30 minutes, but you still haven't been able to decide on an outfit. You wanted to dress up, but not be too fancy. You had about 30 different options in front of you, but every time you chose one, you would change your mind. You continued with your hair and make up, and finally you heard the doorbell ring. You yelled for Thomas to get it, and heard him open the door and welcome Darren in. You went into full-blown panic mode. You finished your hair and make up, and finally picked an outfit. You decided to go with you're your black and white tank dress with the mint green lace skirt and matching black pumps. You grabbed your black clutch and headed into the family room.
"Hello, sorry I am late," you said.
"Don't worry about it," Darren said. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you," you smiled. "You look very handsome yourself. Oh by the way, Darren, this is my brother, Thomas. Thomas, this is Darren."
"Nice to meet you," Darren said extending a hand.
"Nice to meet you as well," Thomas said. "Just letting you know, if you hurt my sister, I will have to kill you."
"THOMAS!" you berated. "Was that really necessary?!"
"Kimmie, you are my little sister and it is my job as your brother to protect you," Thomas said. "I am just letting this nice gentleman know that he better treat you right."
"GOODNIGHT Thomas!" you said. You smiled apologetically at Darren and walked out the door.
Darren opened the car door for you and helped you in before getting into the driver's side of the car.
"I am so sorry about my brother," you said. "He likes to think he's this macho man."
"It's ok," Darren laughed. "It's nice to see that he cares about you."
"Yeah, he does," you said.
"So, I thought we could go to dinner at my favorite restaurant and then go miniature golfing," he said.
"That's sounds great," you smiled.
Dinner was great. You spent the entire meal just talking about your likes and dislikes, your goals and dreams. You were amazed at how much you both had in common. You talked about your family, and he talked about his. You were really beginning to like him.
"Hey, stop laughing! It's not funny," Darren said as he made his 12th attempt to get the golf ball in the hole.
"It is just a little," you giggled.
"Oh really?" he said. "You haven't tried this hole yet, I'd like to see you try. Then maybe you will understand its difficulty."
"Ok, you're on," you retorted. You lined your ball up at the tee. You looked at the twists and turns of this particular hole, and then swung. Both you and Darren watched as the ball travelled down the path twisting and turning until PLUNK, hole in one.
"WHAT?!" Darren exclaimed. "That was rigged!"
"No it was not rigged," you smirked. "It just wasn't that hard."
Darren shook his head and laughed. "That's it! I give up!"
"Oh, come on," you laughed. "It's not that bad."
"Oh really?" Darren smirked. He then ran towards you picked you up and twirled you in the air, which caused you to squeal. He set you down, but as he did so he looked into your eyes, and then slowly kissed you on the lips. After a few seconds you broke away.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to get carried away. I apologize if that was too forward of me."
"Don't apologize," you said. "I liked it."
"Really?" he smiled.
"Really," you replied.
Darren drove you home and walked you to your door. He kissed you goodnight, and made sure you were inside safely.
You could not stop smiling for the next three days. Darren would test you when he had a free moment, and you could not stop thinking about him. He asked you out again for Friday night, and of course you said yes.
"He'll be here after work, but I have to finish getting ready," you said. "I'll call you back later."
"Ok, talk to you later," Jessica said.
You hung up the phone and put the finishing touches to you outfit. You heard the doorbell ring and ran to get the door and let Darren in. You opened your front door assuming it was Darren, but immediately dropped your glass when you saw who was at the door.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Greg asked.
You immediately attempted to shut the door and lock it, but he pushed his way through and into your apartment. You attempted to run out of your apartment as a means of getting away, but he caught your arm and drug you back into the house.
"Why did you move here Kimberley?" he demanded. "You left me! You know better than to do that."
You cowered away from him. "You know exactly why I left you, and if you don't leave now, I will call the cops!"
"Oh baby please," he hissed. "We both know that is not true."
"GET OUT OF HERE GREG!" you screamed. "You no longer have that power over me!"
With that remark he slapped you across the face.
"OH REALLY?!" he seethed. "You are MINE! You don't leave until I say you do!"
Your hand went to your face, but you could not back down. You could not let him win and get the best of you. "NO! You do not own me," you spat. "You are a piece of sh!t!"
"Don't you dare talk to me like that you b!tch!" he yelled as he back handed you across the face.
Before you could even recover you saw Thomas run into the room and throw Greg to the floor. You barely registered what had happened when you realized Thomas was on top of Greg beating him to a bloody pulp. You knew nothing was going to stop your brother, so you ran to the phone and called the cops.
The cops came and arrested Greg. They took both you and your brother's stories. Luckily, your brother was not arrested, but the cops said that you both might need to come in later to answer questions.
Just as they were leaving the apartment, Darren walked up with a concerned look on his face. "Are you guys ok? Why were the cops here?"
"Kimmie's ex-boyfriend found her and tried to attack her again," Thomas said.
"What?!" Darren said. "Are you ok? What happened?"
"I think it's time we talked," you said.
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