22 year old Kentrell born and raised in Houston Texas has been in the streets since he was 16 He ain't have no mama no daddy no family but his 2 home boys Delo and Sean Kentrell he does what he does to get his 3 year old son a better life and to get...
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As we we're in the car I over hear Kentrell talking to his homie Delo Im guessing checking in on him and his friends making sure they got home safe as we then arrived to my house it was now what 11 pm I was irritated and tired we then got out the car and went inside the house .
" Come on Trell Ima come clean yo face before it gets infected" Grabbing his wrist which he let me surprisingly
" You don't have to my face is fin-" I then gave him a stern look as He tried to object my offer but looking at that shit I had to clean it, his face was to pretty to be looking like this
Leaving Kentrell in the bathroom before I went off I went off getting The Medical Aid Kit that I had put up just for these reasons especially when I get shot and shit I then came back into the bathroom.
" Sit on the sink for me Trell" I said gently
As I walked closer to him so we can have more space in the bathroom since it was so small he then jumped on the counter top and I then got in between his legs.
I noticed he held his breath which made me grin a little I then focused as I was tending to his wounds which he didn't flinch it was a quiet silence till kentrell spoke.
" What's your full name" He said out of the blue tilting his head adorably I then looked at him before replying
" Why do you ask?" I said as I took my eyes off him continuing putting a bandage on his eyebrow going to attend to his next few wounds
" Cus you ain't never told me before so I wanna know"
" Hakeem Tavon Carver" I said plainly he then winced a little as I put more alcohol on his cheek
" Yo shi plain mines is Kentrell Lavantae Hayes when your birthday folks" He then looks me in my eyes for some reason I felt like he was admiring my face I saw how his eyes gazed over my face then my neck probably looking at my tattoos
" June 21st when's yours"
" October 28th your birthday coming up what chu going do for it" I wanted to know why he was asking all this usually he didn't wanna know shit about me
"Shit I really wasn't going do nun for real Ion do birthdays just aren't for me" I said nonchalantly I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was 15 years old never had the time to how the way I was growing up
As I then was finishing up his last wound I backed from out of his legs I could have sworn I saw Trell frown a little .
Like he ain't want me to back up but maybe i'm trippin I watched as he got down a looked into the mirror examining his wounds on his face .
