Protector.

15.

It had been a week since the entire incident. Marlo was still in the hospital because he now had an infection. It was a 50/50 chance that he'd survive anything. From all that was going on his body had drifted in a coma so it was now more serious than ever. I'd been seeing him every single day. I was released just about two days after. Kentrell never left my side whatsoever and I loved that. It felt like our friendship was finally getting back to how it should've been.

The front door and in-walked the devil himself along with his minions.

"Hey guys," I greeted and they each mumbled shit I couldn't understand. Kentrell immediately walked to me and adjusted the white beanie on his head, "did'chu cook some?" He wondered towering over me as I turned around.

"Ugh hello to you too," I spat annoyed continuing to wash the dishes.

He chuckled into my ear, "make me sum please," he pleaded. I nodded giving in and finally rinsing the soap from the few dishes I had in the sink. His hand met the back of my ass causing me to yelp a bit and he went back to tend to his boys. I was listening in on there conversations and I dropped the glass plate once I heard a familiar voice.

"Little bitch little bitch let me in..."

I slowly walked to the living area to see it was Ben talking and practically masking his voice while joking around with them. "S-so Kentrell when was going to tell me it was you that shot Marlo?" I wondered with tears threatening to fall. Kentrell sat up seeming quite confused at the accusation. "What?" He removed his ear pod and stood up walking towards me, towering my small frame once again.

"YOU SHOT MARLO!" I yelled in his face.

He snatched my upper arm trying to pull me off the bathroom. I was trying my best to get out of his grip but he wasn't letting up whatsoever. He pushed me inside and closed the door while turning the lock behind him. "You said what nah?" He wondered looking down at me. "You shot Marlo," I pointed in his face with my long manicured nails which contained Swarovski crystals all over. "You fucking did it," I shouted.

He ran his hand down his face and looked to me with rather dark eyes, "and if I did what tha fuck you gon' do 'bout it? I tol'chu his bitch ass wasn't no good for you Wynnie," he stated tilting his head to the side nonchalantly.

"I fucking hate you," I managed through tears.

"I didn't fuckin' do it!" He shouted in my face.

I started to push him in his bird chest, "fuck you Kentrell!" I shouted back at him, "you never want to fucking see me happy!" I pushed him once more and it seemed as if I was making him angrier by each second which past. I started to throw punches throughout his chest rapidly. My anger was getting the complete best of me, I'd never gotten this physical with him.. Ever. He grabbed my upper arms but I refused to allow him to stop me. I managed to scratch over his eyebrow.

"Wynnie will you fuckin' stop!" He hollered pushing me into the door aggressively.

"Fuck you bitch," I spat and released a large amount of spit on his face. He stepped back for a moment and wiped it roughly from his face. He looked at in disbelief. "What the fuck are you going to do now?" I wondered as my breathing was uncontrollable and rapid. He wrapped his arms around me as I was trying to run out as he came towards me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs as he was trying to choke me. "KENTRELL GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled as I fell in the process and he was on top of me. I just continued screaming with tears trying to fight his hands off. There was banging at the door from the guys. I tried to grab the handle but Kentrell pulled me back and he slammed my hands down onto the floor as he had my wrists.

"KENTRELLLL!" I screamed.

"Is you gon' stop fuckin' hittin' me?!" He shouted as I was beneath him, "she aight y'all," he informed and suddenly the banging and knob pulling had stopped.

He finally released me and I covered my face, sobbing into my hands.

"Wynnie talk to me," he pleaded getting off me completely and sitting on the toilet seat watching me cry. I didn't feel like talking to him because I didn't believe him. I know he shot Marlo. I know he hated him that much. But I didn't know why he never wanted me happy. I understood he loved me in some way but if you love someone you allow them to be happy, no matter how much it kills you. It's the best thing you could do for them as a person. But I had to realize Kentrell wasn't a person. Whatever he was he was heartless to the full extent I wasn't even sure how he was capable of loving me.

"I have nothing to say to you," I admitted finally standing to my feet and I reached for the handle.

"Please Wyn-" he paused, "I felt like he was takin' you from me. I didn't mean to hurt'chu I ain't kno' he meant that much to you." He chuckled nervously, "I didn't kno' you loved him cause you was jus' tellin' me that'chu loved me."

I stared at him without saying anything.

"I really love you Wynnie," he admitted, "I don't want any nigga nor bitch to take you away from me again."

I sighed, "that's selfish Kentrell."

He stood up, "I don't give a fuck! If anythang I love you more than anybody else would I put dat on my soul. Ion care if you never speak to me again afta' this I jus' didn't want him to take you from me," he stated with furrowed brows. I bit into my bottom lip processing everything that had left his. He was technically pouring his heart out to me. His head started to hang low as my stare grew more intense.

"Wynnie I love you."

"Bye Kentrell," I spat exiting the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I grabbed my keys as I headed towards the door. I had no words for the boys either they were just as bad as him. I went out to my car and got in, I was holding back more tears as I started the engine.

Once I arrived to the hospital I saw Marlo laying in the bed still lifeless looking. He now had a tube in his throat and was on a breathing machine. It seemed to be the only thing keeping him alive at the moment. "Marlo," I started pushing my natural hair out of my face. "I love you," I admitted and shook my head giggling a bit, "it's like I fell in love with you a little too late... I can't do anything to change it but I regret not giving you a chance much sooner. You're the kindest man I've ever met. You genuinely loved me from the beginning."

I wish he'd get up and hug me like he always did. Or kiss my forehead while I was watching TV just lounging. He always made me felt beautiful. He always knew the exact thing to say. He would know what to say right now. In a way I felt as though he was in this situation because of me. If I just would've went back to pushing away Kentrell would've never did what did. It seemed to me like love would make you do crazy things.

I placed a kiss on to his forehead and began walking towards the door until I heard a continuous beep.

I stood there unsure as to what was transpiring until several nurses rushed in past me almost like I was even standing there. I watched as they began to do compressions on his chest. I was stunned once I realized what was happening. Marlo had finally slipped away from me completely in the blink of an eye. There was nothing I could do to bring him back. Nothing I could do whatsoever. One nurse clutched around me trying to calm me down. I didn't even know I was screaming until I finally went into another state of mind.

"Ma'am calm down," she pleaded trying to pull me out of the room.

"No please save me," I cried out, "I love him!"