"Kentrell, leave, okay?"
She spoke as she moved about the kitchen mainly to and from the fridge.
The man who had been quiet the entire time watching her had finally spoken,
"Where you been today, hmmm?"
She smiled at his question because it was obvious but she decided to play along maybe then he will leave her house, her alone, and just simply leave.
"Food shopping. And today? It's only been about two hours."
She gestured to the multiple bags of food on top of the counter.
He didn't respond as she continued unloading the bags and filling the fridge and cabinets.
As each bag emptied she would put them into each other and place them in the cupboard underneath the counter.
As she stood she was yanked almost immediately and her back met the porcelain floor below as he lay on top of her, pushing her dress up over her thighs,
"STOP, stop FUCKING moving!"
He struggled with volume control as he pushed the fabric away from her skin.
Holding her down once he was satisfied,
"Where the fuck have you been today, huh? And don't tell me anything about no whack-ass food shopping either!"
Ken screamed into her face as he drove her hands to the floor.
"I went shopping."
She whispered
"STOP LYING!"
He shouted, scaring her further, she turned her face away from him, her left profile visible to him.
He heaved as he watched her as her head turned on its side.
Gasping when she felt his cool lips on her hot skin, she began to move again,
"Stop, Ken, please."
~Meanwhile outside~
Whistling as he walked after locking his car with the remote, he continued on his way to the front door, noticing the door slightly ajar, he entered the house.
He walked through the living room, looking around for his obsessive friend.
Before he did, he stood near the staircase, panicking through struggling breaths, he didn't miss the spawn about plastic bags and food boxes near the kitchen entryway,
"Aye, leave that girl alone nigga, and let's go, now nigga!"
Shouted as he shook his head, thinking of the overtly in-love dude, finally settling down on the living room table, he headed into the kitchen, picking up the boxes on the way to the fridge.
"Ooh, fully stocked, too. Get it."
He busied himself piling his arms with food.
"Ken, stop. Please"
Turning as he stopped before he headed into the living room, pivoting in his spot, he walked back over to where he heard the voice, as it was closer than it couldn't be from upstairs, he rounded the counter, setting his snacks on the table as he passed it,
"Whoa, what the fuck, stop, aye, stop!"
He jumped into action as he saw his best friend on top of his woman,
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He held his friend against the corner of the counter aligning the back of the kitchen.
"Chill, chill, chill out, dude."
He held him as he thrashed trying to get around him.
"What is going on? What are you doing?"
He finally asked.
"She's a slut. Fucking slut ass!"
Ken shouted as he pushed against his friend.
"You don't understand, she's a fucking slutty ass slut bucket!"
Ken tried reasoning with him as he got a hold of his forearm making him look at him.
She sat up slowly, her head aching from the serious immediate fall, pushing the front of her dress down, blinking slowly as the upper half of her body ached.
"Say, can you get up?"
She nodded,
"Okay, get up and go upstairs for me okay?"
He really had to hold his friend back at that point as the woman stood slowly and passed them on the other side of the counter and up the stairs, but not without a barrage of insults following in her wake.
"Yeah, you do what he tells you to. You do what EVERY OTHER nigga tells you to do but when it comes to Kentrell what do you do? WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANNA DO, HUH?!"
Ken called after her as she disappeared onto the top level of the home.
"Chill out, dude."
He pushed against his chest one last time.
Returning to his snacks he began to stress eat as his eyes landed on the counter, rethinking his idea of how to help his friend get the petrified woman upstairs, thoughts now dashed for the moment, he supposed,
"So much for that."
He could feel his friend pacing behind him.
Turning his head to him,
"Why dude, she didn't deserve that. She ain't none of those things you said and you know it. "
When he faced his friend, he saw him crouched over, he dusted his hands of crumbs, tapping his back as he lifted him to stand on his own, hugging him immediately as soon as he stood up straight.
"I'm fucked up, Ten."
His friend nodded as he comforted his long-time friend.
"So fucked, Ten."
