Page 3 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

Silence.

The scent of blood was loud as it perforated the air.

Her eyes fell from me to the stream of red running down the drain. I closed my eyes. She watched quietly. Everything came rushing over me, from Vegas to that flight back home, then everything was a blur.

Her breathing was the only thing that brought me back to life as I opened my eyes. Once I was satisfied with a quick rinse-off, I grabbed my shower gel, hitting my body, wondering if I wanted to let her in, but knew I had to.

“What you wanna know first?”

“Why are they there?”

“They touched what’s mine.”

“So, you kill them because of me? Then show up to my house like you pulled an eight-hour shift to a wife and kids.” She squinted in confusion.

“I mean, I did just get home from work.”

She grabbed the sides of her head. “Don’t do this right now, Courtland. I’m scared shitless.”

I reached for her, pulling her towards me.

That’s when I knew I needed to let her in. It’s either she understands or not.

“I caught that six years ago…” I looked to the ceiling, then back down. “A nigga raped Naya so I made sure he pushed up daisies,” I confessed, trying to push that day to the back of my mind.

Naya had gone out with her friends. City and I were making moves.

I was newly homeless. Had been for a couple months, crashing with City a few nights a week. And if I wasn’t, then I was on the blocks making sure to get my money right.

When I arrived home, Naya was in bed in the dark. I didn’t think shit of it, so I kissed the side of her head and went to take a shower. Did my normal routine. It took me all of thirty minutes before I got in bed with her.

She knew what it was. When I come home don’t ask me about the streets.

The room was quiet as I threw my arm over my face.

Usually, Naya cuddled up to me, but this time she didn’t.

“Aye,” I called out.

She didn’t respond.

“Naya,” I called her name.

“Hmm,” she answered, but it was something about the way she responded.

“You good?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she said then sniffled.

I sat up and hit the bedside lamp. That’s when I noticed she was laid in the bed with the same fucking clothes she had gone out in.

“What’s up?” I questioned.

Her back was facing me, but I could see the jerking motions, indicating she was crying. I got up, went to her side of the bed, and that’s when I fucking saw red. Literal red. The fucking covers and her clothes were covered in it.

I snatched them off.

“Baby.”