Coming Out

Chapter Five

Media: Rayla - Justine Skye

Carmen POV

With the weight of yesterday, I did not want to get up the next morning. I wanted to lay in Raylas arms all day, but I knew that there were things that had to happen.

I needed to tell my mother about last night. Should I call the police? I had never imagined myself to be in this type of situation and now that I was, I didn't have a clue how to handle it.

Another thing was on my mind. What would I do without Rayla? How would the outcome have turned if Rayla hadn't spent the night?

Also, how could my mom have slept through the whole conflict? Something's seriously wrong with her if she hears screaming and doesn't move. I'm so pissed at my mom for this.

"I know you're up." Rayla unravels herself from me. A long blanket now was on top of us that hadn't been there last night.

I hesitated before standing up. "Its ok, he's gone." Rayla reassured me.

I looked to my mother's room. "She's sleep. And no, she doesn't know what happened yet." How could she be reading my mind like this?

"Ill make breakfast because you made dinner." I shuffled to the tiny kitchen.

"No, get some pants on." She commanded. "We are going out to get breakfast."

Rayla POV

I know Carmen is feeling pretty bad today and I just want to make her feel better.

We arrived at Shipleys Donuts and she ordered for her and her mom.

I don't eat much. There's not enough food in the world for everyone to eat. Plus I save a ton of money that I can use towards smoking to relieve all this stress.

I have always lived a low income life, but I can't complain. There are people living worse lives than I am. Poverty is a bitch.

Family life is scarce in my household. My dad is a crackhead and my 14 year old freshman brother is always out on the streets, trying to keep our lights on.

My mom left us three years ago. A pimp was offering her way more money and opportunity than my dad ever could. She cared more about the fame than her own family. Not that we ever really were an actual family.

My dad ain't shit. My mom is a whore. They make me not want to be anything. I don't want to be anything.

The only family I have is Carmen. And I will do anything to keep that bond. My only job is to make sure she's okay at the end of the day.

I wanted to kill Raymond so badly but Carmens pleading eyes always make me do the right thing.

People say that I'm a bad influence on Carmen, yet without me she would have no one. Just like without her, I would have no one.

"Rayla, no offense, but I kind of want to tell my mom alone and on my own." Carmen told me as I pulled into the apartment complex.

"That's understandable." I nodded and passed her the food. "I have some business to take care of anyway. Text me when you need me. Ill be around." I got out and opened Carmens door.

"Thank you for everything." Carmen gave me a long hug before going into her complex.

Hopefully the encounter with her mom goes well.

Ashley -You ready?-

Me- Yeah shawty, I'm on my way to yo crib.-

I guess I have a little play date today. With all the stress running through my mind, all I wanted right now was blunt and a bad bitch.