Bad Things Turned Good |NBA Youngboy

Chapter 15

Saturday 6/24/17
11:02 am
San Diego, CA

Alycia

I rinsed off one more time before stepping outta the shower grabbing my towel wrapping it around my wet body.

I made my way to my closet but stopped in tracks once I heard a noise coming from outside of my bedroom door.

I scrunched my face up in confusion since it was only me and Mikey home.

My mom was back in the hospital and my dad was at work like always.

"Mikey!?" I opened my door a lil peeking my head out.

I didn't get an answer so I fully opened my door making my way into the hallway but was rudely pulled back into my room.

"What-

"Shhh," a familiar voice cut me off.

"Kentrell?" I asked removing his hand from my mouth as he closed my room door back locking it.

"Yea Ma it's me," he turned me around pushing me up against my room door.

"Why didn't you just knock on the door like a normal person?"

"Coz I ain't no regula' ass nigga Ma," he licked his lips lookin into my eyes.

He bit his bottom lip as his eyes traveled down my body, I still only had a towel on.

"Whea ya goin?"

"To see my mom then- never mind," I cut myself off not wanting him know I was still selling drugs.

"You still sellin'?" He asked and I shook my head looking away from him.

"Look at me Ma and don't lie ta me," he turned my head towards his with his index finger on my chin.

"Kentrell I answered you already," I examined his face not looking him in his eyes.

"I wan da truth Ma," he softly said almost making me expose my secret.

He knows that I love when he talks to me in that tone and that it makes me weak in the knees too.

"Umm-

"Don't lie ta me," he sternly said looking me directly in my eyes but I still didn't make eye contact with him.

"Yes but before you get ma-

"What da fuck I tell you bout dat shit?" He aggressively grabbed me up by my neck pullin me off the door and closer to him.

"Kentrell I explained this to you already."

"Ion give a fuck mane, what if sum happen ta ya mane. I tol' ya ta stop fa a damn reason," he lemme go and started pacing my room.

I looked at him as he angrily paced my room looking stressed.