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He listened out closely, waited until he could ensure not one person was left in the building. He could hear a balance between the footsteps running and the sobs of Cassia through his phone. He wanted so badly to tell her that he was okay, not one bullet piercing his skin, but he couldn't do so until getting the confirmation that he was good to move.
"You safe" He heard, and that was all he needed before jumping to his feet. Grabbing his phone, he balanced it between his ear and shoulder as he began to strip from his clothing. He couldn't be walking around and leaving trails, that defeating the purpose of everything that they'd planned out once getting down there.
"Cassia, Cassia...baby!" He yelled the last part just so that she could hear him, her mind clearly not in tune because she was sure she'd witnessed him taking his last breaths. Sucking his teeth, Cepheus pulled the phone from his ear to place closer to his mouth, his eyes scanning his surroundings to make sure he was clear. "Cassia!" He screamed, making her jump and turn towards her phone. Rushing over towards it, she placed it against her ear, convinced she was hearing things.
"C- Cepheus?" She stuttered, blinking rapidly while quickly standing to her feet. "Are you- what- what the fuck!" She screamed into his ear, forcing him to pull the phone away as he kicked his pants off, leaving him in his basketball shorts only.
"Calm down, I told you to get away from them cameras and you wanted to watch the shit. I couldn't explain what was about to happen cause obviously niggas started shooting and it would defeat the plan." He rushed, reaching down to grab his beretta that laid on the ground. Twisting his lips to the side, he contemplated on taking off his shoes or not, seeing that they too were covered in the substance. "Fuck it." He mumbled, kicking them off to leave him in just his shorts and socks.
"Why the hell are you running around with shorts and socks- how the fuck are you alive?! Why do you always have to do some extra shit Cepheus, what the hell is wrong with you?! Why the hell would you plan to be in the middle of fucking crossfire and actually get shot at and fake your own death?! When you fake your own death you're not supposed to put yourself in a position to possibly get yourself fucking killed you damn idiot! What the hell was I supposed to do if one of them hit you in the head- what the hell was even in your stomach to have you living- Cepheus I watched you bleed out what the actual fuck?! I hate you so much!" She screamed before hanging the phone up. Laughing to himself, Cepheus did a light jog down the empty hallway, knowing everybody had left the building after shooting at him.
"What room, what room-." Being cut off by the sound of his phone ringing again, Cepheus chuckled to himself. Mrs. Emerson❤️ displayed across his screen in a face time call. He didn't hesitate to pick up, placing the phone to his ear just as he made it outside of the room door he needed to be at.
"I'm sorry baby, I just- I thought I lost you, I didn't mean to curse you out. But you scared me so much, like what would I even do if you weren't here anymore? I don't think I realized how much I really love you until just now...I mean you know I love you but like- I don't know. Can you stop living life on edge please, because I almost had a heart attack." She sniffled, wiping at her red face while making her way back upstairs, not even wanting to be around those cameras anymore.
