CHAPTER 4
That morning Sara woke up sore and tired. Although it had been an amazing night just lying there with Derek's warm and welcoming arms around her, her face still pained unbelievably. They didn't wake until a little after 10 in the morning, and boy did it feel good to sleep in. When she first woke up, Sara was startled and didn't remember where she was. It then all came back to her. . .Nikki. . . the fight. . .
Sara walked over to where Derek was standing, making breakfast for the both of them. Chenille had already left earlier in the morning to do some things, so it was just Derek and Sara in the house now. Mama Jean had taken Christopher over to her friend's house out in the valley, and apparently they had ended spending the night there. Sara wrapper her arms warmly around Derek's shirtless stomach and whispered "I love you" into his ears. A smile crept across his face and he turned around to face Sara; repeating her words. He ran his fingers through her dirty-blonde hair and kissed her lovingly on the top of her head and, with a smile, returned to making breakfast.
"How are you feelin'?" he asked Sara, as the toast popped out of the toaster. She briefly ran her finger over the deep scratch on her cheek and immediately flinched
"Ugh. . . Not good," she replied. Just then a shot went off outside and Sara and Derek ran to the window. All they could see was a big winter jacket with fur around the hood running down the sidewalk with a gun.
"Jesus. . ." Derek started, and Sara saw his face turn from wonderment to horrific.
"What? Who. . .What is it Derek?"
"Jesus Christ, it's Malakai!" Derek exclaimed, as the figure became no longer visible. Then, suddenly a loud knocking sound was heard in the direction of the door. Derek and Sara looked at each other and decided to open it. Derek eased closer as Sara stayed by the window
"DEREK, OPEN UP MAN!" The voice said and Sara let out a gasp. It was indeed Malakai. Derek slowly opened the door while Malakai slipped inside.
"What the hell you doin' man?" Derek asked, trying to sound strict but worriless at the same time. Malakai looked around and saw Sara, nervously watching the two of them talk.
"What's she doin' here?" He asked rudely. Sara bit her lip trying not to say anything. . .maybe she was overreacting but he DID have a gun. . .
"What do you mean what's she doin' here? She's my girl Malakai," he replied harshly- getting his point across. Malakai shrugged it off and continued around the house, "Man- what are YOU doing here?" Derek asked once again
"Man, the cops are after me man. . .I just gotta chill here for a bit, a'ight?"
"No, it's not alright, Kai. You can't stay here," Derek replied, walking over toward Sara and grabbing hold of her as if he was afraid Malakai was going to do something.
"What do you mean man? C'mon Derek I got no place else to go man. . .you know that,"
"I do know it," Derek said, becoming more persistent now, "but you can't stay here. . .you're not gonna' drag me into this, too. . .or Sara,"
"Man fuck that. . .Fuck her!"
"Fuck you!" Sara replied, immideatly wishing she hadn't. Malakai pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at Sara, letting it hover there for a moment. Then, after a few moments he pointed it toward Derek and. . .he fired.
That morning Sara woke up sore and tired. Although it had been an amazing night just lying there with Derek's warm and welcoming arms around her, her face still pained unbelievably. They didn't wake until a little after 10 in the morning, and boy did it feel good to sleep in. When she first woke up, Sara was startled and didn't remember where she was. It then all came back to her. . .Nikki. . . the fight. . .
Sara walked over to where Derek was standing, making breakfast for the both of them. Chenille had already left earlier in the morning to do some things, so it was just Derek and Sara in the house now. Mama Jean had taken Christopher over to her friend's house out in the valley, and apparently they had ended spending the night there. Sara wrapper her arms warmly around Derek's shirtless stomach and whispered "I love you" into his ears. A smile crept across his face and he turned around to face Sara; repeating her words. He ran his fingers through her dirty-blonde hair and kissed her lovingly on the top of her head and, with a smile, returned to making breakfast.
"How are you feelin'?" he asked Sara, as the toast popped out of the toaster. She briefly ran her finger over the deep scratch on her cheek and immediately flinched
"Ugh. . . Not good," she replied. Just then a shot went off outside and Sara and Derek ran to the window. All they could see was a big winter jacket with fur around the hood running down the sidewalk with a gun.
"Jesus. . ." Derek started, and Sara saw his face turn from wonderment to horrific.
"What? Who. . .What is it Derek?"
"Jesus Christ, it's Malakai!" Derek exclaimed, as the figure became no longer visible. Then, suddenly a loud knocking sound was heard in the direction of the door. Derek and Sara looked at each other and decided to open it. Derek eased closer as Sara stayed by the window
"DEREK, OPEN UP MAN!" The voice said and Sara let out a gasp. It was indeed Malakai. Derek slowly opened the door while Malakai slipped inside.
"What the hell you doin' man?" Derek asked, trying to sound strict but worriless at the same time. Malakai looked around and saw Sara, nervously watching the two of them talk.
"What's she doin' here?" He asked rudely. Sara bit her lip trying not to say anything. . .maybe she was overreacting but he DID have a gun. . .
"What do you mean what's she doin' here? She's my girl Malakai," he replied harshly- getting his point across. Malakai shrugged it off and continued around the house, "Man- what are YOU doing here?" Derek asked once again
"Man, the cops are after me man. . .I just gotta chill here for a bit, a'ight?"
"No, it's not alright, Kai. You can't stay here," Derek replied, walking over toward Sara and grabbing hold of her as if he was afraid Malakai was going to do something.
"What do you mean man? C'mon Derek I got no place else to go man. . .you know that,"
"I do know it," Derek said, becoming more persistent now, "but you can't stay here. . .you're not gonna' drag me into this, too. . .or Sara,"
"Man fuck that. . .Fuck her!"
"Fuck you!" Sara replied, immideatly wishing she hadn't. Malakai pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at Sara, letting it hover there for a moment. Then, after a few moments he pointed it toward Derek and. . .he fired.