Michael's POV

I smile and watch her leave. When she disappears around the house, I go inside. I sneak back into my bedroom and into the bathroom. I take my clothes off and shove them underneath the clothes in the hamper. I hop in the shower and clean off. When I'm done, I pull back the shower curtain . My head is down the entire time. I'm letting the water drip from my hair. I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. I step out the tub. I look up and jump back in surprise.

Lisa is standing there looking at me with anger. Oh no...here comes another argument.

"What Lisa?"

"Oh, but earlier I was your princess." She mockingly says princess.

"What did I do now?"

I walk pass her and go to my dresser. She followed me.

"You know what you did!"

I drop the towel and grab my red boxers. I slip them on.

"I don't. That's why I'm asking. I'm trying to communicate."

I put on my silk red pajama bottoms.

"Who was that?"

I go over to my closet and grab my matching pajama button shirt.

"Who was who?"

I put on the shirt, but I don't button it. I turn and look at Lisa. She looks me up and down and asks,

"Who was that skank you were with riding on the ferris wheel and roller coaster?"

She saw all that?

"Really, Lisa, skank?"

"Yes, skank! Was it the same one who text saying "I love Lisa!" ?"

"Yes! And her name is Sky!"

"So you admit it's a woman!"

"Yes! Is that a bad thing?"

"Michael...oh, Michael...I can't do this with you."

"Do what? Argue? If I remember correctly, you started this argument!"

Lisa got quiet and walked over to the bed. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. I started to button my shirt, when heard Lisa sniffle.

"Lisa, are you crying?"

She shakes her head. Her voice cracks when she says, "No."

I walk over to her and sit next to her. I put my arm around her.

"Don't cry."

She wraps her arms around me and says, "I just don't want to loose you."

I kiss her forehead and say, "Never. You'll never loose me."

She smiles.

Sky's POV

I ride as fast as I can back to my house. Chris is a...well a wanna be thug.  He acts all tough, but he's just a big ole teddy bear.  Until he's angry.  Now, before anyone gets upset, let me make this clear, he's never touched me like that.  He's never put a finger on me.  He just throws things.

I ride up to my driveway and get off the bike.  I have it leaning against the house.  I open the back door and walk in.  I live in the bad area of the neighborhood. The neighborhood is a nice place, but a few years ago, some "hood" families moved in on one side of the neighborhood.  Soon, this place became to be called "Figueroa Mountain Road Ghetto" or "FMRG" for short.  That's the gang around here.  

It's actually pretty cool to live around here.  I like to think this place keeps me down to earth.  I've seen the rich people up the hill (There's a hill two blocks down the street that separates us "poor people" from the "rich people")and they seem uptight.  I don't want to be that way at all.

The lights are on as I make my way through the kitchen and into the living room.  Chris is there in his boxers and white t-shirt sitting on the couch with a piece of paper firmly gripped into his hand.

He looks at me.  Anger burns in his eyes.  I stand still and wait for him to speak.

"Where you been?"

"Oh, around. I was just riding my bike."

He nods and licks his teeth.  He does that when he's really angry.

"Riding your bike at four in the morning."

I give a weak smile.

"Who were you with?"

"No one, babe."

He stands up quick, making me back up. 

"No one, huh? Well, who have you been texting?"

"What?"

"I've seen how you been smiling and shit looking at your phone and I checked your sent messages online! I've never seen this number in my life!"

He throws the paper at me.  I pick it up and uncrumple it.  It's Michael's number.

"I..I-"

"Don't fucking lie to me!"

"I can't tell you."

He takes a step closer to me.

"You can't tell me? You must be out your damn mind! Girl, you better fucking tell me, right now!"

I feel tears surfacing. "I can't."

He grabs me by my shirt.  That surprises me.  And scares me. 

"You what? Say it again, I want you too!"

I can't just give up that easy.  I have to keep it a secret.  I promised.  I never break my promises.

I blurt out, "I can't."

He raises his hand and smacks me hard.  I'm in shock.  He...he hit me.  But that's not all.  He pushes me to the ground.  He points his finger in my face and says,

"All the shit I do for you and you want to fucking cheat on me! You god damn slut! Bitch!"

I am most certain now, that the entire neighborhood hears him.  I'm also certain that this is where I die.  He smacks me again.  I back up until I'm against the bottom cabinets in the kitchen.  

"Have I not gave you everything?"

This time he balls his hand into a fist.  

"No! Please! Stop!"

He ignores me.  He punches me in my eye.  I scream.  He grabs me and pulls me up.  He carries me on his shoulder and walks outside.  He throws me on the garbage bags outside.  He spits near me in disgust.  I curl up into a ball and stay there.  All night....