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"fallinggggg...fall for your love.." - rock peace.
heard the streets was askin for soft/sub kentrell. -
WARNING ; MENTIONINGS OF DRUG USE, ABUSE (EMOTIONAL & PHYSICAL), SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, ANIEXTY AWARENESS!
if you are struggling with mental health, please talk to someone, someone like me who struggles with mental health, contact help please.
(P.S. HE IS NOT FAMOUS IN THIS! this is his current self)
"i say mama imma rockstar...and i don't care what they think about me"
KENTRELL'S POV (pretend its you as his love intrest)
i leaned up against my headboard, scrolling through my messages, from my previous girlfriend 'khyia' as all her hateful messages read outloud to me.
"you so fuckin slow kentrell!"
"you always do stupid shit! you not useful for nothing!"
"clean this shit up."
"i see why your daddy left yo slow ass!"
"yo mama should've aborted you."
i could never do right in ha eyes. all i wanna do is do right in her eyes, make her happy, and treat her right. i had a stable job, and plus risking myself to give her everything she wanted. i just wanna be treated the right way.
my momma could've neva do that fa me.
we have our own apartment together, and i was diagnosed with ADHD eariler in my years. I wasn't confident enough to stick up to it, or be open about it.
all she does is belittle me about it.
When we met, we were college sweethearts during the freshman rush, and open house for college candidates, i tutored her, and we dated from here on out.
ever since then i feel trapped.
she openly cheated 3 times, hit me before and more than once, and all i could do is take it, because that's all i ever known growing up.
being hit or yelled at, 'ment they loved me enough to care.
and only chance at being loved and accepted, so i stayed after all the mistakes she did.
she would hit me in the school halls for staring at girls, waving, or even asking a girl to borrow something. and i took it ALL.
my teachers would ask me to report to the police, since im not illegal yet, they have to look into any type of abuse to minors, and in teen relationships.
i swiped left to my camera, seeing the scar and bruise on my face, from her hitting me with a metal kitchen spoon earlier.
small tears ran down my face, as stinging could be felt across my face, putting my hand over it. pulling my beanie over my forehead as i sniffled, wiping my tears, i bought her flowers for coming home late, and she threw them at me.
the worst part is i have to go to school with her tomorrow.
MONDAY 9:49 AM.
"kentrell, could you get me a spoon from up there? forgot it on my way back." khia, his girlfriend asked as he was sitting at a table with her, separated from the others, his nose deep in a book. "i know yo slow ass hear me kentrell" khia snatched the item from his hand, rolling his eyes as he got up, proceeding by the sliverware stand, grabbing her a fork, mindlessly staring at the bulliten board, running into a lady. (you)
"oh shit, im sorry ma." kentrell apolgized over and over again, helping he lady pick up her belongings, as she did the same. "Its okay, im so damn clumsy" kailin reassured, sitting her belongings on the table, as khia was watching like a hawk from a distance as kailin looked at kentrell's face, examing the scar and light healed up bruise he had.
kentrell had a pretty face.
too bad he kept it covered up. and it was covered in bruises and scars all the time.
"hey kentrell! how are you?" i asked, smiling as kentrells face lit up, like someone geniunely cared about his well being, feeling a fair of eyes stare a hole inside of him. "Im aight, what about you?" he asked, his shy antics took over. "im fine, and are you sure you're okay? i heard some yelling from the parking lot?" kailin asked, smiling at him.
something about him being in their own gracious presences made them both so happy.
kentrell was happy to even have a converstaion, something khia would've never done.
if it was, it was about small tiny things.
"its cool ma, me and my girl just had a lil disagreement, thats it." kentrell defended before khia rudely butted into the convo. kentrell started shaking, his mood being completly ruined. "thats it and thats all. bye" khia grabbed kentrells hand before kailin sat down, shaking her head as khia pulled them aside.
"look i bumped into ha but-" before he could finish, khia backhanded him hard, as she started fightinga and punching him all over, sheilding himself from all the punches that came his way, before she mushed his head, slapping him one last time.
"the fuck is your problem entertaining that bitch for huh? cheating in my damn face!" khia ranted. "it wasn't even like that, mane you trippin, and stop hitting me." he mumbled as he covered his face from embarassment, everyone was staring and filming the despute, as kailin watched on with a frown, his body language told it all.
he's a boy with mommy issues that looks onto abuse for love, because thats his only way of love and validation. because his mom did the exact to him. so as for khia, she was controlling, spiraled to being abusive.
"don't tell me what the fuck i seen!" khia yelled, mushing his head in the concrete brick wall, hitting his head on purpose, making him whimper lowly. "mane chill out, stop hitting me, you causing a scene k." kentrell protested. "get out my face before i do worse." khia eyed him before leaving, him embarassed from the scene.
kailin did nothing but frown, walking over to him before he looked up at her, his eyes were brown, and glossy, they screamed help, he wanted a hug, but kailin couldn't give it.
