The Billionaire’s Savior

So why couldn’t he do it?

Chris could still hear the sounds of the fight ringing in his ears. He could hear the cries of Nicole as she was beaten to death by those thugs; how everyone had stood by and just watched…left them to die with no one to turn to in the middle of a public street. And the aftermath, surviving when Nicole had not…he was surprised that he’d made it this far. Made it to thirty. Had the courage to start another relationship even though he had made sure the girl was black this time. He wasn’t going through that again regardless of how much things had changed or not changed in the last ten years. Hell Kim and Kanye flaunted their relationship and everyone loved them; but then he remembered that Kim had been subject to racist taunts too…even money couldn’t protect you from that.

His house was safe. He knew everything about it and he knew that if he were to ever be attacked he would be able to defend himself easily from harm. He knew every inch of his house and it was a safe and comforting place for him to be.

But out there…out in the world where anything could come at you at any time…he wasn’t so sure. He had not walked the streets of New York, let alone visited his family in so long he wasn’t sure he could remember anything about them. If he were ever attacked while in the streets…he was not so sure he would be able to defend himself properly.

Outside of his house was nothing but danger…he could never go out there where the racists and their allies were waiting for him; waiting for their chance to hunt him down and slaughter him and his people. He kept up with the news and he knew all their names; Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin…he wasn’t going to be next.

Slowly Chris reached out with one trembling hand towards the door, struggling to control himself as he made as if to open the door. He was about to open it when he suddenly pulled back, crying out as if it had burned him. Shaking his head, Chris could feel his chest start to tighten up painfully and he turned and fled back to the safety of his office, hugging himself tightly. He was glad that Robyn wasn’t around to see his mewling attempts to get past the door since she had a meeting with possible backers. A meeting he really should have been able to attend with her.

“Tomorrow…I’ll go out tomorrow.” He promised himself softly. In the back of his mind he reminded himself that he had been saying “tomorrow” for six years now but he easily crushed it, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to control his breathing.