satin n silk | urban

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a/n: life has been so hectic man. however I plan on finishing this and starting another story. Just bare with me. Ima eventually rewrite this and it'll have more filler instead of it being so rushed.  If I told y'all half of what happened to me recently, y'all would cry for me.
Also, pray for my other half.  My man who isn't my man is currently doing time and it's eating me alive. You might as well call him my boyfriend...there just wasn't a title yet. We were working toward that....and now I don't know if I'll ever see him again. #freemyheart
However, on the positive side ya girl is going to college in the fall.  I will be attending the Illustrious North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University.  Otherwise known as North Carolina A&T. 💙💛🐶
My apologies y'all. Now, let's get into this story.

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"But can I get back the fucks that I gave ya"

o m n i s c i e n t

It'd been a couple weeks since Jamari had talked to any of his friends or Keretta. He really wanted to be alone and was hella tired of hearing people say what they would do if they were put in his shoes. All these opinions had him moving left and right.

He decided to hop in his bag.

Every time someone would stop by his crib asking for him, his mother would tell them he wasn't home.  He'd asked her to. Eventually after a week people stopped coming by. It took Keshawn a week and some change, but he'd finally gotten the picture after Jamari's father dragged him to his car.

His phone was blowing up like crazy and he hadn't answered a single text. Looking at notifications would stress him out and he wasn't trying to risk making himself more confused by talking to anyone.

He fucked wit Keretta hard but was her being hurt just an excuse she used to do people wrong ? Did she lie and cry to him just for him to let his wall down or was she being dead ass serious?  Could shorty be trusted to make a touchdown when she couldn't even throw a ball?

He didn't know where his head was at and needed to find a way to get his anger out.  A nigga was pissed.

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A few hours and a gas tank full later, he found himself wandering through downtown, enjoying the drive as music played from the aux.  He had found a lemonade stand and copped some, as well as some caramel popcorn.  He was living his best life.

He parallel parked so that he could relax and enjoy his snack.  Pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and went to his settings so that he could receive notifications for his text messages once again.  He'd turned them off so that he wouldn't go into full on panic mode.

He had nothing but unread messages from all sorts of different numbers.  A few from his niggas, some from some hoes and even one from his mother's pastor.

Now he know damn well I'm not coming to early morning service.

He acknowledged his pastor and did a small prayer before moving on.

Scrolling further down, he clicked on his message thread with Keretta.

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hey mari. i'm sorry for creating such a big problem w u and ur friends.  i didn't mean for things to be like this. i didn't know how to accept a good thing so i ruined it & now it's ruining friendships.  keshawn told me you been mia. everybody been tryna reach you... please let me know ur ok. ..ur still my baby. 💙