More Than Friends

Chapter 31

✠Ray's POV✠

It was the next day, and I was mad as shit cause I didn't get any sleep. All the images of the previous night kept replaying, making me wake up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely. So, for awhile, I just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Rayan slept like a baby though.

It was eventually morning, and I rolled over digging for my phone. Max left me a bunch of messages, so I decided to text her back, letting her know what's up. I had made plans to go and see bout some things before actually scooping her up though. I wanted to make my final stop at Red's house, only to see who made it last night, cause the thought of everybody being gone haunts me.

I got out of bed, took a quick shower, shaved and pulled my hair into a messed up bun only cause I didn't want it in my face. I awoke my son, got him fed and dressed, then hopped in my car. I decided to drop him off at Mama's house, before going off on my way.

The whole bus ride, I was tense. Anytime a cop car passed, I got sick to my stomach. After I was dropped off at my stop, I walked the rest of the way to his house. Even more cop cars passed me as I walked up the giant hill. I got scared, but they barely even looked in a nigga's direction. I made my way up his long ass driveway seeing a Lincoln Navigator, which meant someone was home, so I continued to the front door. I was about to knock, but I noticed the door was cracked open. I sighed heavily before walking inside. When I did so, a dead cold air crept on my arm, making me look over my shoulder. Something didn't feel right, because I could hear faint noises, but it didn't look like anybody was here. I remembered I still had the gun from last night, so I decided to put it back, tucking it in a drawer on the back wall.

"Yo, anybody home?!" I shouted out, hoping for an answer.

I decided to head upstairs, thinking somebody was doing something and they just weren't able to hear me. I had never really been up here before, so the red walls and high, gaudy chandelier was new to me.

"Aye, I was just stopping by to see if eveybody was cool." I followed the sound, which seemed like it came from a television. The room must've been the mastor bedroom. The door was open and I could see the white curtains, against the white walls, which were complimented with white carpenting. Every other room had color, except this one, which was weird to me. I knocked on the door twice, before slowly pushing it open. My eyes landed on the flat screen TV, hanging on the wall. It was turned to the Cleveland Show, which baffled me. Who was in here watching it?

Without thinking, I took a seat on the bed, which was in front of the TV. I regretted doing so soon as I sat down, because my hand had touched some liquid. When I looked down, I noticed it was a dark red substance, almost resembling blood. The smell soon hit my nostrils and I knew it was blood; a lot of blood.

"The fuck...?" I said to no one in particular. I pulled the covers back, seeing Kia laying sloppily on the bed, naked and covered in her own blood. Her eyes were still open, as blood dripped from her mouth. I almost threw up on the spot.

What kind of sick shit?!

I noticed, her stomach was cut open, from the valley of her breast, to her naval. I covered my mouth, feeling so many different emotions. I wasn't sure really how to feel, cause she was my ex, and she did me wrong. But I could never wish anything remotely close for this to happen to any of my enemies. I just knew I couldn't stay here any longer.

I ran out the bedroom, glided down the stairs and ran out the house, but not before grabbing the keys off the counter where I stashed the gun. I thought about burning this place down, but I didn't have the time, plus there were cops driving all around this neighborhood. I didn't look back, as I hopped in the Lincoln, and swerved out the driveway. I needed to get our shit together, and with the quickness.