Falling For The Psycho Next Door

One

Londyn "Lo" Perkins

Months Earlier...

"Where have you been?" I asked my fiancée, as he tried to tiptoe into the bedroom. I guess he thought I was asleep or something, but little did he know... I was wide awake and waiting on him to come home.

"Damn, baby, you scared me! What are you still doing up?" He asked, flicking the lights on. I glared at him, looking down his body to see if there were any signs of another woman on him. Luckily, I didn't see anything.

"Answer the question, Kash! Where have you been?"

"I told you that I was going to be working overtime this week. Didn't you get my text?" I started to laugh a little, because clearly this nigga thinks I'm boo boo the fucking fool!

"It's almost three in the morning, and you're telling me that you were working late?" I questioned, putting emphasis on the words "working late." He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, removing his shirt and tossing it into the hamper.

"Please don't start no bullshit, Lo. I was at work, trying to make enough money to pay for this lavish ass wedding that you're planning!" He scoffed, walking into the bathroom. I hopped off the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the hamper, putting it up to my nose, and inhaling deeply. His shirt reeked of weed, with the hint of perfume, but the scent was so light that I couldn't even tell. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Why does your shirt smell like weed and a female's perfume?"

"Man, give me my damn shirt, and go on with that bullshit, Lo!" He reached to grab the shirt from me, but I threw my arm behind me so he couldn't get it. "I'm not about to play with you!"

"You sure are trying to play me right about now, so what's the difference?" I asked, feeling my anger rising.

"Alright, fine! I left work at midnight and went to hang out with Jason and some other guys. His girl and some of her friends were there, but I swear, nothing happened. All we did was smoke and chill, and that's on my bum ass daddy." He explained.

"How you gon' put something on someone you don't even know?" He reached behind me and snatched the shirt from my hand, walking back into the bathroom, and slamming the door shut. "I don't give not one fuck about you slamming doors! Slam your ass on that couch when you're done, because you're not sleeping in here with me!"

"Yeah, aight." I rolled my eyes and climbed into bed, crossing my arms and laying there with a mean ass mug on my face. I get that Kash was supposedly trying to work and make extra money for the wedding, but why lie about going to hang out with friends? That shit didn't make any sense to me.

*

The next morning, I woke up in bed alone, remembering that I had told Kash to sleep his lying ass on the couch. I was still mad about the argument we had early this morning, but I wasn't about to let him or that bullshit ruin my mood. Climbing out of bed, I headed into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. After my shower, I stood at the mirror brushing my teeth, rolling my eyes when I saw Kash walk into the bathroom.

"Good morning, baby." He said, walking up to the sink. He wrapped his arm around me and tried to kiss the side of my neck, but I moved my head. He sighed and removed his arms from around me, glaring at me through the reflection of the mirror. "You still mad at me?" I ignored him, spitting out a mouth full of toothpaste, and rinsing my mouth out.

"Leave me alone." I finally said, walking out of the bathroom.

"You seriously mad about me going to hang out with my homies?"

"No, I'm mad that you lied about it! Why tell me you were working, when in reality you were out turning up? That shit makes no sense to me!" I walked into the closet and searched for something to wear, while he stood in the doorway and watched me.

"I didn't want you thinking that I was out doing you wrong, especially when that's exactly how it looks. I'll admit, I shouldn't have lied about it, but I know how you get when I want to hang out with my friends, instead of coming home and hanging out with you." He said.

"Do you honestly think that I care about you hanging out with your friends? We're about to spend the rest of our lives together, and I'm almost certain that I'm not going to want you in my damn face all the time, so I could care less about you hangout out with your friends. I do care that you feel like you have to lie to me about it, telling me you were at work, when in reality, you're right down the street." I told him.

"You're right, and I'm sorry. I promise, baby... I won't lie to you again, okay?" I nodded my head as he walked over towards me and pulled me into his arms, kissing my lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled a little, watching as we walked out of the closet, leaving me alone to get dressed. "Okay, what do I want to wear?" Deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans, a black tank top, a beige cardigan, and some brownish beige boots, I got dressed in under ten minutes and headed downstairs.

Kash was looking into the refrigerator, talking lowly to someone on the phone, but I'm guessing he felt my presence or something, because he quickly hung up the phone and turned to face me.

"How you feel about eggs, bacon, and pancakes?" He asked.

"That's fine. Who were you on the phone with?"

"Nobody. I was checking my voicemails, which I'm glad I did, because my final tux fitting is this weekend." He rubbed the back of his neck, which was something he did when he was nervous, and that made my suspicion go all the way up.

"Are you lying?" I asked him, arching an eyebrow.

"No, Lo, I am not lying to you. Damn, why you always think I'm lying?" He asked, getting physically angry.

"Did you not just lie to me a few hours ago? I'm confused." He sucked in his teeth and slammed the refrigerator door closed, storming out of the kitchen. "Don't get mad at me because you can't keep your lies straight!" I know I sounded insecure, but I really didn't care. I wasn't about to let someone that I plan on spending the rest of my life with, play me like a fool. It wasn't happening.