Protector.

28

Wynter Dawson.

"Baby where you headed?" I questioned as Tez was getting dressed infront of me. "I'm goin' to chill wit tha guys," he replied slipping on his pants. I scrolled down Twitter then stopped once I saw what Kentrell had tweeted last night a few hours after I had left. It had several hundred likes and thousands of retweets, I let my eyes roll.

"Okay call me once you get there safe," I insisted as he leaned over me to kiss my lips then exited the room with shoes in hand.

I waited for the front door to slam then I decided to face time Kentrell. The phone dinged as I waited patiently, sitting up in the bed. He suddenly came on the screen with his eyes low and smiled, "wasspoppin?" He questioned. I noticed he was laying down on a pillow, I guess he was also lounging in bed like I was. "I'm just checking on you," I simply replied smiling a bit.

"I'm good," he dryly responded.

"Good," I spat.

"Great tha fuck? A nigga jus' fucking peachy," he announced causing me to laugh and he did also.

He shook his head, "all bs aside what'chu doin'?"

I shrugged a bit, "I'm just in the bed.. Is you high?" I wondered examining his eyes. "Yea' a little why you worried?" He pondered sitting up in the bed and then starting to walk around in his room. "I'm asking nigga that's all," I sighed.

"Big headed ass."

"Stop talking shit if I would've known you was gone be acting like this i never would've called you," I admitted reaching over onto the side table grabbing some popcorn from the rather large bowl and stuffing it into my mouth.

Kentrell chuckled, "I'm bein' nice right nah a nigga numb as a bitch."

"Nigga did you pop pills too?"

He stuck his tongue out, "maybe."

"Kentrell you know fucking better. That shit makes you feel like a fucking zombie," I cursed, "I know that had to be Joe that gave you that shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked becoming rather upset. Kentrell kissed his teeth, "I'm feelin' good tha fuck? I ain't asked you to fuckin' worry about me."

I had a feeling something was wrong since I hadn't heard the word bitch fly from his mouth since the entire start of this conversation.

"Kentrell I'm about to come over there so I can watch you. Is Joe there too?"

He shook his head, "he jus' left but ay look don't worry 'bout me," he then ended the call. I shook my head in disbelief, the only time he'd ever put a pill down his throat was when he was in his feelings immensely and couldn't talk to me about it. Kentrell knows all too well that he can call me about anything he needed help with even if it would make me mad at him, regardless .. I cared.

I stood to my feet deciding to get dressed.

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I entered the house and had just finished texting Tez that I was over here helping Kentrell out and that I wouldn't be back home. He told me it was fine and to call him when I woke up. "Kentrell Desean motherfucking Gaulden," I called out not seeing him on the couch. I went up the steps and entered his room, seeing he was laying on the bed playing on his phone. "What'chu doin' allat for?" He wondered why I hollered his entire government name throwing his phone to the side.

"Cause you lost your damn mind? I thought we stopped popping pills years ago," I stated sitting on the bed kicking off my shoes.

He chuckled, "bitch get out I ain't tryna hea' shit'chu sayin'."