KENNEDY
Fuck my nigga.
I hate his skinny long fingers ass.
FUCK
Since his surgery, he has been avoiding my calls,because my voice is too stimulating and is slowing down his recovery.
Ima kill him
Thirty-six calls he declined.
Thirty-six bullets bouta bless his brain.
Although he kept declining he sent a message each time.
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Kymani🃏| I know I'm making you mad baby, but think about it like this..
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Tossing my phone, I didn't bother reading the whole message.
He just broke up with me. Yup, that's what he just did.
As I heard my thoughts, his ringtone sounded throughout my room.
Diving into my bed, I gripped it with my left hand, answering on the second ring.
"I didn't break up with you, I love you. Ima see you in two weeks, tell B to call me off Heze's phone." He hung up before I could mutter the three words back.
Taking a deep breath, I nod to myself. I'm going to kill him. I have to
"Kiah, call Ky for Bubbi!" I shout, stomping from my room to the living room, sitting across from Lucky's girlfriend, Kaliyah. "feel like watching them while I go check Ky?"
"Check him or check on him?"
"The first one."
"No, ma'am, let that man heal. He literally got it for you, that's the least you could do." Shaking her head, she smiles.
I'll kill her ass too
Making a face, I turned away, trying to FaceTime him.
Unsurprisingly, he declined almost immediately, sending another message.
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Kymani🃏| I just bought you and the boys tickets to see that movie B been talking bout. Get dress, Benji will be there in twenty minutes. I LOVE YOU BABY!!!
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"Kenny we're going to see a movie!" Hezekiah screams at the top of the stairs
Deep breaths
"Mhm"
Thirty-seven bullets
"Oops, my man is on the way. I'll be busy all week so I won't be around much. I'm free all day Tuesday next week though, we should go to the diner again with the kids this time"
"You're too preppy for me, get out."
"Girl, please. If Shoota were here, you wouldn't mind. You're just angry," she said laughing as she quickly gathered her things and left shortly after.
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A week has gone by, Kymani drops off dinner every day when I go to pick the boys up from school. He calls and talks to the kids every few hours, and he even sends little gifts like edible treats for me.
I tried doing a pop-up, and he wouldn't even come downstairs or to the window. He wants me to burn him out of the house.
I miss him
"I'm gonna kill him," I sigh for the thousandth time this week.
"My Toota?" Bubbi frowns, pulling his head back.
