Protector.

25.

Wynter Dawson.

"Stop I don't like it when you do that shit Tez," I hollered as he had my feet in his hands tickling away at my soles. He chuckled and released them climbing onto me, "I'm finna dip," he announced. My smile suddenly turned into a frown, "why?" I wondered pulling him by his muscle shirt closer towards me. "I gotta go but I'll be back," he informed placing his lips onto mine. I studied his face for a moment, "is you selling?" I asked boldly.

"I tol'chu I don't do that," he replied sounding slightly less unbelievable than the first time he told me.

"Ken-" I paused with my eyes closed. The only reason I was about to say his name was because it felt as though I was having a conversation with him once again. Tez knew damn well that shit was the most dangerous game of chess you could get yourself into, you'll have no choice but to drag others as well. I refused to be in the middle of something like that again. I didn't have time to keep dodging bullets. "Tez I'm not judging you on how you get your money but I don't want you doing that shit," I admitted gripping his face forcing him to look into my eyes, "promise me this your last time?"

"I promise," he mumbled looking into my eyes.

Our lips met once more and he collected his shirt, exiting the room. I mentally said a prayer for him before I closed my eyes, deciding to get some rest.

The house was real silent with Melia around. Her dad decided to keep her for a bit longer until I got on my feet again. I was real appreciative of that honestly. It meant a lot that he wanted me to gain focus. Dwayne was always very intelligent though.

The doorbell rung carrying me out my thoughts. I kissed my teeth believing it was Tez forgetting something. I raced towards the door in only a bra and a pair of his Ethika branded boxers. I opened it to see an unfamiliar girl standing there. Her stomach was protruding immensely. Her hair was long and she had on a simple white T-shirt with ripped jeans. "Have you seen Desean?" She wondered looking me up and down.

"Desean?" I questioned unsure.

"Kentrell," she restated. I noticed she had a tattoo above her eyebrow which said just that.

I paused and gathered my words, "I don't fuck with Kentrell no more," I admitted, "therefore I haven't seen him and I really don't care to see him." I tried to close the door but she pushed it back open, "I heard he was here about two days ago with Joe," she insisted glaring into my soul.

I nodded, "he was here for two minutes," I held up my pinky and middle finger.

"That means you saw him so where he at?" She rephrased looking unamused but neither was I.

"I ain't seen him," I reminded, "now can you get your big ass off my doorstep before I whoop that baby out of you?" I asked whick sounded more like a command. Something was coming over me and I didn't like it. She laughed slightly, "you sound mad are you? Cause I'm pregnant and you not?" She giggled more as if shit was funny.

I shook my head, "mad? No never.. Won't be hehehaha when you're sitting up in the child support office holding a three month old baby demanding that he pay you over $500 a month but yet you don't know his residency so therefore you won't be getting shit. Then you'll sit at home and start to wonder if you ever made the right decision opening up your legs to him," my eyelids lowered, "then you'll started to regret any and everything you've ever done. He'll call you up every now and then but that's only to get between his legs because he feels like you owe him something. Then when he gets his nut he'll leave you and the baby again, restarting the cycle once more."

"Girl hold on fuck you," she spat but I slammed the door and turned the lock.

I raced back to my room hearing my phone ring.