Page 26 of Grave Kisses (Graveyard of Hearts Collection #1)

Kendra

One Week Later

How can someone be so fucking sketchy but leave no trace of proof behind?

We have spent every waking moment either working at the office or working on this case.

We know that Jeff is up to no good, but we can’t find any proof that connects him to Archer.

Tina seems mostly innocent and just a tool that Archer has used.

I fear that he might have killed her because we can’t find any trace of her.

I haven’t left the house since the day we got back.

I do everything remotely, and the others take care of things at the office.

I don’t even go on the back deck anymore.

I am so scared to step outside. Jeff still calls nearly every day, and every time I see his contact pop up, real fear rushes through me.

It’s no longer just paranoia. My brain is screaming at me about something, but I don’t know what it is. What am I missing?

As the days go on, I am slowly losing my goddamn mind. I’m supposed to have an ultrasound today to check on the babies, but it requires me to leave the house. I’ll have Bellamy and Marcus with me, but even so. What if my presence gets them hurt? I don’t know what I would do without them.

I am laying in the bed with my arm over my eyes. This is my manic way of meditating. When I feel the bed dip, I can’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Marcus says as he pulls my panties down.

“You snuck in here like a little spy to fuck me,” I say.

“Little?!” Marcus says, pushing my knees to my chest. “If I’m so little, maybe I should go harder to make up for it.”

“Please don… Fuck!” I cry out and arch off the bed when he slams into me. “Oh my God, Marcus.”

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought I was little.” Marcus taunts me, rocking his hips to fuck me deeper. I groan and grip onto his wrists as he holds the back of my thighs. “Fuck, I love the way your cunt grips me.”

“What do we have here?” Bellamy asks.

“Oh look, someone to help. Since I’m so little,” Marcus says, rolling so I am straddling him. I whine when he grabs my hips and starts slamming into me over and over again from below. I fall down to my hands just in time for Bellamy to start easing into my ass.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan. “Goddamn it, that’s so good.”

“Look at you, baby. Our pretty little brat, stuffed full of our cocks. You want it harder, don’t you, baby?” Bellamy grunts.

“Yes,” I moan.

They both start pounding into me. At first they alternate strokes, but they get into a sort of frenzy that has them both driving into me.

Bellamy pulls me up to my knees and covers my mouth.

I rock my hips and moan, desperate to come.

Marcus starts rubbing my clit, and my eyes roll back as it sends me over the edge into bliss.

My muffled moans are followed by Marcus and Bellamy moaning my name with a gritty resonance.

“Fuck!” I choke out when Bellamy moves me to the bed. “I revoke my little comment.”

“That’s what I thought,” Marcus chuckles and kisses my forehead. I catch my breath as they clean my body. Only when they pull me up to stand do I let reality settle back in.

“You ready?” Bellamy asks.

“Ugh!” I groan.

“You’ve got this, baby. I promise. You will be okay,” Marcus says.

“Don’t promise that,” I say. “You don’t know where he is anymore than I do.”

“You. Will. Be. Okay.” Marcus kisses me in a new spot on my face between each word, and I can’t help but smile at his silly approach.

“Let’s go,” I say with a heavy sigh.

We walk downstairs, and Julie smiles at me from the couch. “Look! The hermit has her outside shoes on!”

“Fuck you, Julie,” I say, only half joking.

“Hey, sweetie,” Mom says as she hugs me. “Let us know if you need anything.”

“I will,” I say before turning and hugging Dad.

I've spent a lot of time getting to know them, and they’re amazing people. I love that they validate that Alan was my father but still make efforts to be my parents. I only wish I had met them sooner and not when I am nearly thirty.

“Love you, kiddo,” Dad says.

“Ready?” Chrissy asks.

“Y’all are coming?” I ask.

“Yeah. We will ride separately and just keep an eye on things,” she says.

“Alright,” I say.

“Want me to just drag you out?” Decan asks with a grin.

“You grab her legs, I’ll get her arms,” Marcus teases. I squeal when he wraps his arms around me from behind and picks me up.

“Put me down!” I laugh.

“Nope!” he says.

“I can walk, you heathen,” I say as I continue laughing while he carries me out of the door and onto the porch. Decan chuckles and sweeps my legs up as they trot off to the truck.

“You’re both insane!” I say as Decan sits me in the front seat.

“But you didn’t have to stress about it, did you?” Decan says, buckling my seatbelt around me. “We will be right behind you. Okay? No matter what, we have eyes on you. I promise.”

“Okay,” I say quietly. Decan pats my leg and shuts my door as Bellamy gets into the driver’s seat and Marcus gets in behind me.

I close my eyes and lay my head back to focus on my breathing.

Marcus leans forward and gently kneads my shoulders when we pass the gate and pull onto the main road.

I am on edge, and every car horn and noise of the city makes me flinch.

Eventually, Bellamy is holding onto my hand, and I am squeezing tightly to try and ground myself.

By the time the truck stops, I am shaking violently.

Bellamy gets out and comes around to me.

Marcus joins us so that they each have a hand.

Being out in the open is worse, so I practically pull them along with me to get inside. I relax a bit so we can check in with the receptionist and get sat down. It only takes a few minutes before they call my name.

“Lennon?” A woman says. I stand, and she smiles.

“Can they both come?” I ask. “They’re both my partners.”

“Of course. Come on back, Daddies.”

We follow her back where she gets my vitals before taking me to a room where the ultrasound is. I lie down right as another woman comes in.

“Alright, y’all,” she says happily. “I see we are just checking on the babies after a fall, yes?”

“Yeah,” I sigh.

“Little cold jelly, and then we can see how the babies are doing,” she says as she tucks a towel into the front of my pants to keep the jelly off of it.

The screen in front of me powers on shortly before she presses the wand down. At first it’s just all gray noise, until I see it.

Two blobs.

Two babies.

My babies

“Alright, Momma. Heart rate is… 155 and 147,” she says. “I’m going to take a few measurements. You should be about ten weeks, right?”

“Yeah,” I say.

She clicks around for a minute before speaking again. “Yep. They measure at ten weeks and one day.”

“What kind of twins are they?” I ask.

“Uh. Well, there are two placentas. Two sacks. Two babies. So, they're fraternal twins,” she says.

“Ah. I am an identical twin. We shared a placenta and sac, apparently,” I say.

“Too bad she’s a psycho,” Bellamy mutters, making me giggle.

“Alright, I will get you some pictures printed, and then the doctor will come talk to you,” she says sweetly.

By the time I am up, she is in the room.

Doctor Trask, the wife of the ER doctor I saw before, comes in and tells us basically all of the same things.

Right now, the plan is to try to have them naturally, but we will make final decisions when the time gets closer.

I will ultimately choose what is safest for them.

I have support all around me, so I know I will be okay.

We set the next appointment for four weeks to check on things.

We decided to have blood testing done to determine the sex of the babies.

It’s not that it matters, but we are curious nonetheless.

After I have my blood drawn, we take our time going back down to the lobby.

It is pouring outside now, so Bellamy runs out to pull the truck up while I wait with Marcus.

When he pulls up, Marcus opens my door before running around to get in.

As I am about to step up to get in, a van comes out of nowhere and smacks into the front of the truck.

I scream as I am knocked down to the ground, but as I go to get up, I hear gunshots.

Fear blankets my thoughts, and the world tunnels.

I don’t remember getting picked up or moved.

One minute, I am screaming on the wet ground, and the next, a hood is pulled over my head as I am shoved into a vehicle.

We are moving, and I am still screaming, but my hands are bound tightly with something that feels like rope.

I hear voices, but I can’t make out anything.

I am too lost in fear to come back to the surface.

Maybe I shouldn’t come back. Maybe staying in this far-away place in my brain is what is best for me.

I end up on the floorboard of whatever vehicle I am in.

Small streams of light peek through just enough that I can make out vague shapes around me.

There are two people here. I am behind the passenger seat, and one is in the back with me, while there is one in the front driving.

I try not to think about the gunfire and if anyone got hurt.

I am choosing to assume no one is, and they will find me soon.