"You coming by today, papa?" Kentrell asked as he propped his phone up on the kitchen counter.
"I can't no time soon, probably 'round eleven or some'." Key sighed as he stared at Kentrell.
"Okay." Kentrell sighed.
"Don't be like that, mama." Key shook his head. "If I could be there, I promise you I would."
"Okay." Kentrell grumbled.
"Mama, I'm sorry. I wanna be there, but I can't right now." Key warned. "Ima come by at ten. Matter a fact, you can come up here."
"I can?" Kentrell asked, smiling.
"Yeah, hurry up." Key nodded.
"Okay, ima be there in thirty, papa." Kentrell picked his phone up, headed towards his bedroom.
"Ight, see you then, mama." Key hung up.
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𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖, 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙖 2:20 𝙥𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮
Kentrell dressed in a Nike Tech grey track suit, his feet in a pair of Nike slides. He walked out of the apartment, locking the door behind himself.
Kentrell had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, so he had his gun tucked in his pocket. He always had his guard up, but he just couldn't get it off of his mind that something was going to happen.
Kentrell stepped into his car, making sure to clutch his gun as he drove. He looked around as he stopped at red lights, crouching down in his seat.
"Maybe I'm just overreacting-" Kentrell spoke his thoughts aloud, stopping as he heard gun shots, realizing they were behind fired at him. He didn't hesitate to grab his gun, shooting back as he drove the car.
