Between Us

Trouble

Omari's POV:

Quickly getting off Valaria, I stand up while she sits up on the bed and we both look at each other with lots of concern.

I worry that I might have caused this.

The banging on the door continues and I walk towards the door gesturing for Valaria to follow.

Immediately after, we are both walk fast down the stairs and I can't help but think Micheal sent someone to follow me after the incident in his car.

I would never be able and to forgive myself for being the reason someone hurt her.

"Stay back, just in case." I whisper.

"No, this isn't some romance movie," Valeria rolls her eyes.

"This isn't the time to be stubborn," I huff as I hold onto the door handle.

Darkness covers the peephole as I look through.

How long have I been here? It should be almost sunset by now.

Quietly, I slip my shoes back on and Valaria puts on her fluffy, black slides.

Without second thought, I pull out my switchblade, engraved with rigid lightning strikes all over.

I feel Valeria's eyes widen in shock behind me.

The door creaks as I open the door just enough to see who's there. I expect a knife or a gun pressed against me.

Relief and confusion wash over me as I see a short, middle aged, white woman with her fist in the air ready to bang on the door again.

"Excuse me, who are you?" The lady asks with her scratchy high pitched voice.

A Karen, great.

"Who are you?" I question. My serious tone seems to annoy her. She's about to say something else when Valaria pops up from behind me. She stands in front of me with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Hi Mrs. Catherine, is everything alright?"

"I should be asking you that!"

"What do you mean?" Valaria asks with a confused look on her face.

"You!" She points to me now. "Get away from her."

"What?" I ask.

"You heard me. Step away from the young lady right now."

Valaria blocks me from going in front of her and cussing this lady out by pushing herself against me, with her round, thick ass against my front. My thoughts immediately disappear with one simple movement and my breath gets caught in my throat.

Shit. This is not the time to be horny.

"No, he's going to stay right here because everything is fine." Valeria says sternly.

"I heard yelling and arguing coming from your house and then I saw him going into your house!" She continues. "I had a feeling he was violent and making you do things you didn't want to do."

The Karen puts her pale hand on Valaria'a shoulder, "It's ok, I called for help."

"What help?!" Valaria exclaims, sliding the Karen's arm off her.

As soon as those words leave her mouth, sirens fill the quiet neighbourhood. I see a cop car in the distance with flashes of blue and red that bring back horrible memories.

My first thought is to throw the knife that is in my hand into the closet by the door so I don't get charged for possessing a weapon.

At this point we're in deep shit.