Page 4 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

She looked at me, tears rolling off the side of her face onto the pillow. Naya wasn’t herself. This was hurt. I felt that shit within.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You gon’ say something. What the fuck happened?”

She knew not to keep shit from me, but she also did it from time to time because my temper was bad as fuck.

I pulled her hand from under her face to sit her up.

“Me and the girls went to this party.”

“I know. What happened? Did y’all get into it or some shit?”

She shook her head then dropped it into her hands.

“I don’t know what was in my drink, but next thing I know, while I’m in the bathroom, this guy comes in and wouldn’t leave. He killed the lights and everything. And he… he… he…”

My chest swelled thinking about her next words because the evidence was there. Red neck, bruised cheek. Her sleek hair was thrown all over the place. She looked like the battle, and that shit caused a twinge deep inside.

“He what? Fuck! Tell me.”

“Raped me!” she blurted between wails.

The wind was knocked out of my fucking chest.

“I did it…. to protect her,” I trailed off.

Her gasp pulled me back to reality.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would you have the same empathy for me if it was under different circumstances?”

Her gaze fell. “Maybe.” Something clicked, and she stepped back, putting distance between us. “But that still doesn’t change the fact you have two men roped and caged up in the trunk of a fucking car.”

“It doesn’t change the fact, but it’s got everything to do with who a nigga is today.”

“That’s what my girls were trying to tell me.”

“What?”

“That I couldn’t handle being with someone like you.”

I cupped her chin, knowing those words were truer to the wise, but for me, it felt different in my spirit.

“They’re wrong… You’ve been handling me so far. You’re the only one that can. Don’t give up on me, Pretty Teeth.”

Damn. Why didn’t I make that call? When I saw him, I should’ve run the other way. Now, here I was feeling empathy for a crazy man. Rayzor wasn’t lying. I felt it in my spirit, but that doesn’t change anything. There’s a laundry list of things– red flags flashing before me. He hid, then allowed her back into his life, and she wanted to destroy me. I’d be a fool to forgive that.

“You’re trying to play with my head. And none of this negates the fact that you fucking lied to me…”

“I didn’t fuckin’ lie, though…. I just didn’t tell you. There’s a difference, and I would’ve told you just how I did when you asked me.”

“But I had to find out from some bitch that you laid up with. She wanted to hurt me.”

“And I’m sorry as fuck for that shit, baby. I fucked up. You weren’t fucking with a nigga, I had yak in me, and I wasn’t thinking.”

“But it’s with her. The same woman you risked your life with. That wasn’t just… nothing. She came there with an agenda.”