Arranged

Mistakes

Vixen's POV:
We got a location on Kyla, so we're on the way there now. My heart races as I pull up in front of my best friend's house. I get out and Z gets out with me, and we make our way to the front door. When we're inside, we check downstairs for any sign of her, and there's nothing. My stomach slowly drops as I realize I might never find her. I look over to Z and he looks back at me with concerned eyes.

"Z, what if we never find her here?" I ask, my hands shaking.

"Vixen, we still need to look upstairs. Don't lose hope just yet." he reassures me.

I nod my head and we go upstairs. Z looks on the right side of the hall in the rooms, and I look on the left side. I back away from the room I just checked in, and suddenly, I hear a door open and footsteps running. I look up the hall, and I see a small woman with brown hair running down the hall with something that looks like a shirt in her hands. As she gets closer, she becomes clearer to me. It's Kyla. It's actually her.

"Kyla?" I call out, wanting desperately for my thoughts to be true.

She runs up to me and throws herself onto me, throwing her arms around my neck, and jumping into my arms, crying.

"Vixen! Oh my god!" she says, crying hard on my shoulder.

She's here. She's finally back in my arms. Her skin is still warm and her hair still smells like her shampoo, a scent I'll never get tired of. Everything is just as it was before. I start to cry softly as I hug her back, burying my face in her hair, hugging her tight and caressing her head.

"I thought I'd lost you, baby." I say, breathing heavily and kissing her anywhere I can.

"I've missed you so much." she says back, sniffling on my shoulder and rubbing the back of my head, holding me tightly.

We hug, and soon, Z comes back when he hears us.

"Kyla, you're back!" Z says, excited and shocked.

I put her down and she keeps my hand in hers as she hugs Z tight.

"Damn. I can't believe this shit happened." he says.

"I'm just glad you're alright." she says, looking up at me and pulling me in for a kiss.

When I pull away, I look at her with wide eyes.

"Glad that I'm alright? I thought you were dead for an entire day. You can't imagine the amount of happiness coursing through me right now." I pull her in again, kissing her hard.

"I'm just happy I get to see your face. Breathe you in again." I say. She hugs me again and I quickly pull away when a thought hits me. "Where's the bastard who did this?" I say, looking down the hall.

I walk down the hall to the room she came out of, and its when I look back down at her that I realize she's in her bra with blood on her chest and stomach. I walk in and I see a body on the ground and a blood covered sheet on top of him.

"I smelled him on you. What did you do?"

"That." she says, looking off to the side and fidgeting with her fingers.

I grab her hands and she looks up at me, looking a little scared. But why?

"Why are you fidgeting and looking at me like that? What did you do, Kyla." I demand, looking her curiously up and down. "Explain. In detail." I order.

"Nothing." she says, clearly lying.

"Scents are never that strong on me when I kill someone, doesn't matter how I kill them, plus I can see right through you. What did I tell you about lying to me?" I say, getting impatient. "Tell me. Now."

She sighs and starts to explain. "I tried to make him think I was gonna have sex with him." she says.

Anger fills me as I listen to her words.

"What did he do to you?" I say, letting her hands go.

"Noth-"

"His scent was on you, Kyla. If you tricked him into fucking you, he obviously got pretty damn close." I say, angry.

I know that right now, I should be kissing her all over and showering her with love and telling her how much I've missed her, but it's hard to do that when she's had someone else inside her while you've been working day and night to find her. "Stop lying and tell me what he did to you. What did you do to him?" I interrogate.

"I climbed on top of him and... and I let him touch on me and... kiss my neck and then..." she stops talking.

"And then what?" I ask.

"And that's it."

"Where did he touch you?"

She hesitates to answer.

"Answer me!" I yell.

She flinches and breathes in shakily.

"My ass, my waists... my hips, he kissed my neck. That's all."

"No it's not."

"It is, I swear." she says, tearing up.

"Where did you touch him?"

"Just his back, that's it."

"And which side did he kiss?"

"Left side."

I grab her face and I turn her head. I see a purple hickey on her neck and I scoff.

"Go to the car." I say, giving her a lethal look.

"Vixen, I didn't-"

"Go. I don't wanna talk right now."

She wipes her tears away and walks to the car, me trailing behind her, Z following behind us.

We get in the car and the whole car ride is silent. We get to the house and Kyla walks into the lobby and upstairs.

"What's wrong with her?" Mom asks.

"Nothing. She just needs some rest." I say, walking up to the room.

Shutting the door behind me, I say: "Get in the shower. You'd better smell like your shampoo and soap when you get out. I don't want to smell or see a trace of him on you, I mean it. Get rid of that hickey. I'm not kissing you until it's gone." I say as I take my clothes off, leaving my briefs on, getting in bed to take a nap.

"You're really gonna be like that?" she says, putting her hands up. "I didn't have sex with him, Vixen."

"What if I fucked a maid while you were gone at school? What if she left hickeys and her scent on me? You'd think I fucked her too, right? Even if you didn't have sex with him, you know how I feel about other men touching you, anyway."

"I did it to survive!" she scoffs.

"I'll fuck someone else to survive too then."

"Fuck you, Vixen. You're such an asshole." she says, throwing her shirt at me.

"Cut that bullshit out, Kyla." I say, throwing her shirt back at her.

"You should be happy I'm alive instead of accusing me of cheating on you! What kind of husband does that, huh?" she says, throwing shit at me.

"Kyla, cut it the fuck out!" I yell, sitting up.

"Fuck you!" she screams again.

She throws her shoes at me and that's when I snap. I get up and I grab her arms, backing her into a wall. She beats on my chest, punching and hitting me.

"Fucking stop!" I yell at her.

I grab her face and she looks up at me, crying and breathing hard, and I let her go, sighing. I back away, grabbing my clothes from the floor, and I slide them on.

"I'm sleeping downstairs. I meant what I said."

"Fuck that." she says, trying to catch her breath.

"We'll see the next time I touch you then."

Then I walk downstairs, slamming the door behind me.