Protector.

23.

Kentrell.

I sat there emotionless in the hospital lobby chair. Wynnie was currently in surgery. I was prayin' mentally that she'd be alright and come back to me. My hands were still covered in dried blood, along with my clothes since I did shield her. But I was a little too late. Everybody was sittin' around lookin' upset. Whoever did this was most certainly gon' pay, I personally was gon' handle it.

"Uncle," a soft voice called.

I looked up from my hands seein' it was Meli. She ran over to me wit a big smile on her face clutchin' her black Barbie doll which she colored all over her face. Dat was her way of doin' makeup. "Hey Meli how you been?" I wondered breakin' into a smile. "Good I missed you," she admitted. "I missed'chu too."

Dwayne suddenly walked in and I jus' eyed him. I never was fond of him cause he took Wynnie from me in the first place and now it seemed like he was back to do it once again.

"Wassup," he greeted.

"Sup," I replied dryly.

"Meli won't you come with me to get some snacks," Wynnie mama suggested while holding out her hand. Meli jumped from my lap and grabbed her grandma hand and left. "What happened?" Dwayne questioned wit narrow eyes. I jumped from my chair pushin' it into the wall causin' alot of noise. "Don't fuckin' question me," I snapped startin' to breathe quickly. The more I stared at him the angrier I grew. I hated this man for not only stealin' Wynnie but I hated him for abandonin' them also. He left me to pick up the pieces he fucked up.

"Yb chill," Three spoke up removin' himself from his seat.

"Naw fuck this nigga, he ain't neva gon' earn no respect from me," I announced speakin' rather loudly, "you fuckin' left Wynnie while she was pregnant wit'cho fuckin' child den you try to come back into Meli life like that shit will eva be normal, you a bitch!" I shouted feelin' my jaw began to tense up while my fists became tightened, my knuckles were possibly white wit no circulation. Anger was pulsin' through me and once it started - it was hard to stop it.

Dwayne chuckled then clapped his hands slowly, "you done?" He wondered tiltin' his head slightly.

I started to rush towards him but Three and Joe pulled me back while Ben, Boom, and KD watched closely. I knew it wouldn't be a fair fight if I stole off on em but I ain't really give a fuck. He could get a mud hole stumped in his ass for all I care.

Stasia wiped her teary eyes, "I'm going to be sick," she shook her head quickly.

I yanked myself out their grip.

"I'm good," I stated as they each questioned my sanity.

"Yeah you good," Dwayne mocked.

I wanted to bash his face into this flo' atleast he'll get medical attention quick enough so he wouldn't die. "I'll catch you lackin' and give yo bitch ass all tha smoke, you kno what it is," I tormented wit a smile finally talkin' my seat.

Ben started comfortin' Stasia as she cried, I chuckled a bit cause he was smilin' right at me while huggin' her. I read over lips realizin' he was ecstatic cause he felt like he was gon' fuck. It was true tho, when girls cry they be weak so they feel open and vulnerable. That's when they easiest to slip inside. I didn't do shit like dat but it was free game.

The doctor entered the room wit his lab coat flappin' in the wind, "umm family of Wynter Dawson," he called out reading from a clipboard.

I walked over to him along with the others followin' behind.

"Well," he paused, "Wynter is fine although she's lost a tremendous amount of blood," he said. My eyes had softened, I was happy at this moment that she was good but at the same time I felt because it was my fault. A nigga was realizin' maybe I'm not so much of a protector for her, it seemed like I was hurtin' her more than anythang else. Niggas wanted my head but she was always in the way like the roles were reversed and she was protectin' me.