In which,
This is a toxic hood love story between Kentrell and India
It's always better to be happy and alone than to be toxic and alone
-Dior💔
-𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲- 🤍
"I can't keep writing all dese love songs bout chu and you ain't b...
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Onto the chapter.
"I know you want some love, I know you a feen."
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India James Baton Rouge, LA 10:34 pm
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As I lay on Kentrells chest, I began to feel his fingers run across my legs back and forth. Every line I had made that night. Every scar. I tried my best to cover up that I was self harming myself but I guess I didn't hide it well enough. And now the truth was out there. Which was the one thing I was trying to hide from everyone.
What happened in that house is something I'd never ever wanna experience ever again. And I promised myself when I escaped that I would never ever let a man put his hands on me or a gun to my head because he "loves" me. I'll never allow another man to treat me the way he treated me.
I would never allow another man to touch me the way he did. I felt disgusting. Unworthy. And I was stupid enough to stay in that situation. I should've left when I could.
I opened my eyes and watched as Kentrells tatted hands ran over the scars on my legs.
I felt him sigh. I leaned up off his chest and looked at him. He was hurt. I could tell. But there was no way I could explain myself.
He looked back at me and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. I never let anyone get this close to me since it happened. But somehow I felt safe in Kentrells touch. Protected.
"Do you wanna talk about it ma?" He breaks the silence making me shake my head.
"No. I'd rather not. I relive it every day and just enough for me to never talk about it to anyone." I reply pushing his hand off my leg scooting away from him to the other side of the couch.
"I'm not gonna hurt you India. And I know that you know that I'll never do that shit to you. So why youn talk to me? I'm here to listen mamas." He says watching me.
I look back at him. "Kentrell just leave it alone okay? I already said I don't wanna talk about just leave it where it's at and stop asking." I snapped at him. I didn't mean to snap but he kept insisting I talk when I don't want too. I was traumatized enough. I'd rather not relive my trauma.
"India. Whatever issues you got, they ain't wimme ight? What's ya prollem lil baby? You got prollems i can solve em. Dont snap at me because im tryna show you i care bout you." He responds calmly, but firmly.
