Ranked #7 in Toxic
#3 in BWWM
#20 in dark romance
Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called...
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Jamal
She did not stay like that.
I'm trying so hard to be understanding but that's really hard for me to do even for her.
She barely spoke to me and when she did it was because I asked her questioned or made her speak to me. I don't want to force her to talk to me, it's not the same.
She puts up this facade when Harmony comes back from going down the slide for like the tenth time and when she leaves again Raya's face goes back bland. Bored. Blank. It's like she shuts off her emotions with a snap of fingers.
"Raya." I tried again to get her attention. She ignored me and bounced her leg while around her surroundings.
"Raya."
"..."
"Raya if I call your name one more time it's going to be a big fucking problem." I growled out through my teeth. Finally she turns to look at me and I see the water in her red eyes. She was crying.
"Why do you keep crying baby?" I asked softly, wiping her tears.
She grabs my hand but I slapped her hand away. "Don't move my hand. I'm trying to comfort you."
"You have a weird way of showing it." She spat out.
Brat. "Cute. But cut the attitude before I'm forced to fix it for you."
She closed her mouth shut and looked away from. Annoyed, I gripped her chin and turned her head back to look at me. "Im not trying to ruin your life. But if you keep this up, I'll make you wish you never had a life to begin with. I'm trying to be fair here."
She glared at me through her tears. "I'm already wishing that."
I let go of her chin roughly and scoffed. "Keep playing."
We're sitting on one of the benches thats close enough for me to see Harmony but far enough so that she couldn't hear our conversation. What started irritating me was the other parents continuously looking over here in our direction with weary eyes.
From anyone's point of view, it'll look like Raya was in an abusive relationship and I was the abuser.
