Her Last

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Fɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ

Kᴇɴᴅʀɪᴄᴋ Fʀᴀɴᴋʟɪɴ

Hey my love,
Today I'm wondering how Anne Frank felt while she was in hiding. She was so young and had to go through so much. I didn't read much of her book. Remember when you let me take it home? I wish I had read more of it now.

I wish I had done a lot of things now, actually. Like go to that play with you last year. Or let you eat my ass (jk). I miss doing things with you. I miss you in general.

I miss:
* Your eyes
* Your smile
* Your ugly laugh
* Your personality
* Your jokes (even the corny ones)
* Your kindness
* That ass
* Your cooking
* Your massages
* That phat ass wet ass juicy ass heart :)
* And pussy
* Your love
* You

I have hope that we'll see eachother again one day. I have hope that I'll find a way to escape. I have hope that Josiah will get what he deserves. I have hope that one day I will help you raise our son (#TeamBoy). I have hope that one day you'll read this diary of mine and know that even though I went through so much shit, that I'm there with you and I'll never leave you again. And I have hope that one day, I'll nut inside my pussy again ♡︎

I laughed to myself as a tear dropped on the page.

Every day without her was torture. I meant what I said about having hope, but it was slowly going away. I knew I had to keep it alive for her though.

I closed my journal and opened another one of my books. Somewhere in Josiah's fucked up evil heart was a grain of kindness so he provided me with a journal, sketch book, and other books to keep my occupied because I'm his "brother".

Page 187 of "Who Am I Without Him?" -Sharon G. Flake. "Wanted: A Thug". The title of the short story caught my attention the moment I read over the chapters. I wanted to eat to read it though.

This story was a letter from a teenage girl to "Teen Queen Magazine".

"I like my boyfriend, but I like my best friend's boyfriend better. Help!" Was it's opening line. I smirked to myself at how ironic it was that I was essentially in this situation. Only, mine was more dire.

A couple lines stood out to me.

"...I think he's gonna be different with me."

"Guess you drink Pepsi if ain't no coke around. But when the real good stuff show up, like you, then the crap gotta go." -Rowl-D in reference to 'Cheryl' (the real good stuff) and his current girlfriend (the crap).

She's basically sneaking around with this dude, behind her best friend's & boyfriend's back just to be with him.

One of the magazine editors I guess wrote back to her basically telling her to get her shit together.

I tried to reflect on it, but only got lost in my thoughts.

What if that's what happened or even is happening with my love and Josiah? What if the baby is his and he's just fucking with my brain. What if she never even cared about me?

I felt my eyes burn and a wave of nausea came over me.

But she wouldn't do that to me. Why would they go through all of this just to be together right? She loved me. She loves me.

...

I collapsed on top of her after releasing in her. We were both trying to catch our breath.

"Get yo heavy ass off me." She said playfully.

"Uhn uh." I replied exhausted, smushing my face into the crook of her neck and leaving small kisses.

"Babe for real. I can't go again." She admitted gently pushing me off of her.

"Why not?" I asked. I pulled her on top of me.

"Ken, I'm for real." She weakly chuckled.

"Ight ight." I said wrapping my arms around her waist.

She started kissing all over my face. I just looked at her and smiled to myself, savoring the moment.

"Why you lookin at me like that?" She asked shyly now rubbing my face.

"I can't look at you?" I flirted making her roll her eyes playfully.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked.

"Yes, baby. I love you too." She said kissing me again.

"For real?"

"Yes Kendrick Franklin. I love you. I love you so much." She kissed me deeply. "And I'll love you forever."

She made a nigga blush hard. I didn't even know what to say.

"Look at you cheesin and shit." She teased.

"You just make a nigga soft and happy." I admitted.

She made me feel so comfortable being vulnerable around her. She was the first girl I experienced this insane connection with. All my exes just wanted a street nigga. A rich drug dealer boyfriend. They didn't give a fuck about a nigga feelings. Never even asked me how my day was. Long as they had their designer shit and jewelry they were cool. They treated me like I was a bank. But my baby? My baby different. Never made me feel ashamed or embarrassed about expressing my emotions. She was always supportive. She made me feel safe.

"I really love yo ass girl." I said tightening my grip on her.

"I know you do."

"Yeah, das why I nutted in you." I admitted. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh you think I'm playin? Wait til KJ start kicking up yo shit." I teased.

We were laying up together for a while before I decided to roll up. I didn't have any papers or leaves on me so I had to get some from my car.

"Ima be right back baby. Gimme kiss." I said.

And she did. One of the last times I felt her touch.

Moments later I was bleeding out and begging to see her, thinking it would've been my last time on earth. She stayed with me for a long time. They had to pry her off of my lips. They had to drag her out of the room.

...

She loves me.