Protector.

05.

I decided to call in for work tonight. I just wanted to rest with all thats been going on. I didn't need my stress levels becomimg elevated then I'd be really sick and that's the last thing I needed.

I looked over at phone which the screen had just went to sleep which I saw from the corner of my eye. I rubbed A'melia's back as she slept peacefully on the pillow beside me. I grabbed my phone with my freehand and saw it was a message from Trell.

Bestfriend: we need 2 tlk

I didn't really wanna reply but he needed to know to watch his back from Marlo. I truly cared about his safety because he was my bestfriend. I wouldn't wish anything bad on him although he makes me wanna kill him my damn self. He's so stubborn and selfish sometimes. I'm not sure how I've put up with it over all these years.

I quickly replied a simple ok.

Best friend: open the door

I sighed once I realized he was at the door but I was prepared for him to either curse me out or whatever else came with him going on a rampage. It was typical Kentrell shit. I stood to my feet and walked down the hall. I pulled my shorts from out of my  small booty before I unlocked the door and opened it.

He immediately admired my body as usual and entered, closing it behind him.

"Whea' Meli?"

"Sleep in my bed.. You wanted to talk so talk," I shrugged wanting to get thie conversation over and done with.

He sighed, "you actin' real different."

I scrunched my face up since I was quite confused, "you were the one who came up to my job and embarrassed me the way you did.. I didn't even feel like showing my face there tonight." I informed while pointing at him, "you can never control yourself Kentrell."

"You needa learn how ta control them bitch ass niggas," he spat rather aggressively thickening his accent.

I scoffed in disbelief, "I don't have a nigga because everytime I want one you run them off!"

"I'm jus' tryna protect you," he replied while walking into the kitchen, rummaging through my fridge. Making himself completely home as always. "If anythang them niggas only want one thang from ya and I don't wanna see ya get hurt." I laughed to myself because he had no idea what he was talking about. I knew the difference from when a man wants me and when a boy wants me. A man will put forth effort, he's the type who won't stop until he gets you. A boy will text you every now and then without really trying. Hit you up at 3 am like wyd?

"I'm not stupid Trell."

"I kno," he smiled.

"Well.. Marlo called me and he wanted to know who you were," I mumbled while playing with my fingers.

He looked in my direction while slamming the fridge, "you tell that pussy nigga wassup?" He questioned while furrowing his eyebrows looking intrigued.

I shook my head, "he said he wasn't going to come after you but I feel like he's lying.. I just don't want either of you doing anything stupid to get one another hurt," I sighed, "this whole situation was blew out of proportion.. Which is why I tell you to control your anger."

"I ain't controllin' shit his bitch ass can come look for me, I ain't hidin'."

I looked at him stunned, "so you wanna die is what you saying to me right now?"

"If dat bitch come for me I ain't gon' be the one dyin'," he hollered, "you kno' how I'm fuckin' rock Wynnie stop playin' wimme."

I ran my hands over my bareface, "no ones playing I'm dead serious. Killing each other won't solve anything.." I looked into his cold eyes, "you'll just have another mother crying at a funeral that shouldn't have even happened. A mother isn't supposed to bury her children Kentrell.."