Hell And Back (NBA Youngboy)- COMPLETED

Chapter 75 🥀: Act Right

Mariah Williams 💫

I tiptoed into the bedroom slowly and closed the door slowly, squeezing my eyes shut as it clicked. I faced the door, taking a deep breath as I turned around.

"Whea' you been?"

"Ah fuck, you scared da shit outta me..." I held a hand over my chest. Yb just stared.

"I told you I was at my friend's house."

"You was at that nigga Zay house? You made it seem like you was ova a bitch house. Don't try da lie." He gestured to my outfit, stepping closer.

"So, what you and that lil nigga do?"

"Ate pizza, and smoked a lil bit." I was damn sure scared to move.

"Oh, tha's it?" He stepped closer to the point where there was little space between us. I slipped from under him and walked over to the bed to set my stuff down.

"Uh huh..." I nodded slowly. I felt him press against me.

"You a bad liar." He mumbled in my ear. I froze up again.

"You finna tell me what really happened?" I heard something crinkling.

"I did tell you!" I fronted, walking away from the bed. I went to my nightstand and pulled out a big t-shirt and some panties.

"Whatchu finna do now?" He asked, walking on the side I was on.

"Goin' back to sleep." I mumbled. I slid off the shorts I had on and reached for my panties. He came up from behind me and grabbed me.

"Bro, move! I'm sleepy."

"Nah, you betta wake the fuck up and tell me what y'all had goin' on, fo' I fuck yo life up." I tried to run, but he pulled my back by my waist and pressed against me.

"You must think I'm cappin'?" He slammed inside me, making me gasp.

"Oh my God..."

"Nah, shut the fuck up 'til you ready ta tell me whatchu got goin' on." He said lowly, grabbing my hips.

"Ken—trell..."

"Hello—Who dis?—Ohhh yeah, you. She busy.—I can take a message—fuck no, she can't call you back.—Aight, Imma tell ha'." He hung up and tossed my phone somewhere. All of a sudden he slowed down, making me groan in frustration since I was close.

"So wassup? Zay ya lil side now?"

"No!" I whimpered.

"Gon' tell me what happened, then." He sped up.

"H-he..." I couldn't even get it out.

"He what?" He pushed deeper.

"He...ate—my pussy, damn!" I whined.

"Oh, betta den me?"

"No..." I moaned softly.

"Who you was thinkin' bout the whole time?"

"You..." He chuckled at me. Shit better be funny, holding a whole conversation. He started stroking faster and deeper and pulled out.

"Cheat on me again, and you and that nigga gone be face down somewhea'. Stop givin' my pussy away, shaw." I nodded, biting my lip. I didn't even wanna argue, ain't no telling what he'll do.

"Technically...I ain't give it away, though."

"If yeen give it away, that mean he raped you, and you know I kill rapists. So, wassup?" I froze up.

"Man...see, I woke UP to that shit."

"What, he was takin' yo shit off, or..." 

"No, he was..."

"Ohhh. I know that shit was ass, cause soon as I woulda started yo ass woulda been like—" He gasped over dramatically.

"I don't like you." I cut my eyes at him.

"I'm jus' speakin' facts. You must wanna test it?"

"Nope, I'm good." I just pulled the covers over my head and got on my phone.

"Kentrell?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry."

"I know, baby." It was quiet for a while.

"Whatchu wanna eat?" He asked me. I peeked over the covers.

"The gang said they want Waffle House. You down?" I nodded.

"What time?"

"They'll be ova hea in a minute."

"Bitch—" Nigga just took my ability to walk and talking about going out to eat.

"Call me a bitch again, ian sparin' you nomo." I sucked my teeth and tried to get up. I groaned in pain, making him smirk.

"It's not funny." I say, pushing myself up. I went to go shower, some time later hearing loud voices. I got dressed and went to the front room. I walked in, trying not to be seen.

"Auntie Riah!" I squeezed my eyes shut when Bri came and hugged me tight.

"Hey, boo!" I said, strangled.

"Why you standin' like that?"

"Guess what I did, look—'Imma give ya hoe da Mac down, WWE Smackdown!'." He slapped his lap as he sung Yeah Yeah by Young Nudy. I rolled my eyes as they started dapping him up and yelling.

"Y'all lame as fuck." I straight faced them.

"You pressed?" I nodded, tilting my head to the side. Ben was cut off by the front door opening and shutting.

"Asia!" I greeted with my tongue out. She started twerking and I started singing.

"Fuck it up, suh! Fuck it up, suh!" I sung, tapping my leg to the beat.

"That's my shit." Gianna laughed.

"Hell yeah. Skooly my baby daddy." I started doing a little dance in my seat.

"Ain't Skooly a 60 nigga? We'on fuck wit' Crips, suh." Asia waved me off.

"That ain't what you was sayin—" We all free wide eyed as we looked at Jalen. Asia started pointing and shifting like she was about to lose it.

"So y'all fuckin'?" I furrowed my eyebrows at them.

"Y'all, let's go, why we jus' sitting here?" Asia popped up, talking like she was nervous. I shook my head and pushed myself up.
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"Y'all don't know how to act." I rolled my eyes at Kd, who was laughing at an old ass lady that had a mustache. His ass was choking on them damn eggs.

"Nigga, that's yo Grandmaddy." Youngboy was dying, too. He slapped my thigh while he was out of breath. I squealed in pain.

"Stop, damn." I slapped his chest. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. I squeezed Youngboy's hand and hid my face. I hadn't been telling him, but Quint was talking the most shit in my DMs, threatening me and shit.

"What happened?"

"Please don't show out, by he been threatin' me." I whispered.

"And Yeen told me?" He got a little loud.

"Shhh, Kentrell, please!" I squeezed tighter, on the verge of tears. He sighed and nodded, eyeing Quint down.

"I was been 'posed to kill that nigga, anyway." He mumbled to himself. I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning on him.

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