Our Love Prevails

Chapter 5

Rayshawn POV: 12:13 AM, Sunday

  Skylar doesn't say anything to me the whole drive to my place. I don't take her home cause I know she wants an explanation, and I can't say shit around her brother. I don't know him like that, but he make it obvious that he don't like me.

  When we drove up to the gold gates protecting my house, Skylar just stared at it for the longest time with her mouth hanging open. Not that I could blame her, though. My house was the size of a mansion and just as beautiful too. It was two stories of white walls and four windows on each story that were wide enough for a person to jump out of at any given moment.

  I rolled down the window to key in the code to open the gate. The gate doors slowly opened, and I drove in with Skylar still gaping next to me. I couldn't help a small smile at her face.

  "Close your mouth, babe. You don't wanna catch no flies," I said. She turned to glare at me. Even bloody and bruised and making that face, she was still fine as hell. 

  "Don't call me babe," she snapped, getting out of the car. I did the same and walked her up to my front door. I typed in the key code to the door, and turned the knob. Skylar and I walked through the door and into the foyer. Moesha was waiting for me in the dining room. As soon as she sees me, Moesha starts talking and won't stop.

  "Where you been, Rayshawn?! I had my ass worried sick about you! You out your damn mind if you think that it's okay to just go running 'round the neighborhood in the middle of the night like that!" It got much worse when she took note of Skylar with me. Much, much worse. At first, she looked shocked and confused. Then she got pissed.

  "And who the hell you think you is bringing some random trick in the house?" she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I tried to shush her, but that was just fuel to the fire. "Boy, I dare you to tell me to quiet down again. I will pimp slap you upside your big ass head! I ain't tryin' to put up with this shit! How is it you gonna bring some ho up into my house, making me look like some dumbass nigga. The fuck I look like to you?!"

  Skylar was about to say something, but I spoke before she could.

  "Baby, you need to calm down. It ain't like that. She's just a friend a mine that I was picking up from work. She works at a night club a few blocks from here," I explain slowly, in the most soothing voice I can. That seems to calm her down some, but she still looks suspicious.

  Moesha nods, crossing her arms over her chest. The gesture pushes her already big boobs up until they look like they're gonna burst out of her dark red lingerie. It should've been distracting to me but I was more distracted looking over at Skylar, who just stood with her hands on her hips. Her face showed annoyance and a bit of anger, but their was also something else. I couldn't figure out what it was, though. We all stood in an uncomfortably tense silence. Then, Moesha nods again.

  "Okay. I can accept that. I forgive you, daddy. Imma go back to bed," she sighed, as if she were tired of this conversation. I'm not even sure what she was supposed to be forgiving me for, but I didn't want her to start yelling again. Moesha walked past us, pressing her lips to mine really hard before disappearing up the stairs without acknowledging Skylar at all.

Skylar POV: 12:30 AM, Sunday

  "Well, your girlfriend seems interesting," I said to break the silence that had developed as Rayshawn cleaned up the scratches on my arms and legs.

  "Yeah, I know she seems like a..." he grasps for the right word to use.

  "A bitch?" I suggested. He chuckled under his breath and nodded.