Thursday 20th October 2022 NBA Youngboy's Mansion Los Angeles, California 9:34am
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Jazlyn Mychelle Hayes' POV:
"Happy Birthday baby." I said filming Kentrell who was half asleep.
"Thank you Ma'Ma, I appreciate it." He responded with his eyes closed.
"Wake up." I sang stroking his face.
"Mm mm." He mumbled.
"Say a joke bae." I told him.
"Uh uh." Kentrell refused tryna get to sleep, but I was on his ass.
"Say it." I whined.
I wanted to get good content of him, that I could use for my YouTube channel.
Out of nowhere, he started rapping, "...I say real right, drag det boy ta the hell sight we do drills together, det's my gang brother, real tight..."
"...I suffer, I handle my problems myself." Was one of the last lines I caught, and it made me feel a type of way.
I felt sadness for him.
Somethings wrong, I could tell. More wrong than usual. The past few days, he's been more present, and spending time with our family, which I'm grateful for. But I could tell there was something bothering him, his mind has been somewhere else.
More like his heart. My inner voice said to me, and I sighed. I haven't seen or heard of that Diamontè girl in a while, I know he's missing her. Hopefully they can leave each other alone for good now. She's just as toxic as him. Out of all Kentrell's girls, they definitely got the strongest bond.
I didn't want him to dwell on her absence, so I did my best to try to distract him, and keep him happy.
I heard Kentrell laugh, "I fucked up." He said finishing his rap.
I laughed with him. "You gone get up wimmie, or you wanna sleep some more?"
"Sleep." He replied as I expected.
Kentrell only came into bed about an hour ago, I know he's tired.
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