Protector.

35.

Wynter Dawson.

"Good morning," I mumbled to Kentrell as I exited the bathroom from doing my morning duties with nude colored towel wrapped around my dripping wet body. Kentrell's veins seemed to be popping out of his neck and his jaw was clenched harshly. In his hand was my new phone which I paid for on my own by the way. The last thing I wanted was for him to fling it across the room.

"What's wrong?" I wondered seeming confused.

"He called'chu 15 fuckin' times last night Wynter. Tell me if you got somethin' goin' on wit this nigga I swear I won't get mad," he pleaded. I attempted to remove the phone from his hands but he refused to release it. He stared off in another direction. "Kentrell give me the phone," I spoke slowly because I really didn't want him to crack this phone or smash it into pieces like the last one.

"Why?"

"Kentrell if you break my phone I swear to go-"

Next thing I knew he sprung up from his seat, "what'chu gon' do?" He questioned with a threatening tone of voice looking down at my small frame. I placed my hands onto his chest only wanting him to calm down, "can you chill out?" He threw my hands away from him and pushed me aside, beginning to put his clothes back on.

"Where you going?" I questioned.

"Don't fuckin' worry about it," he spat.

"Kentrell," my voice cracked as tears were threatening to fall. I gently placed my hand onto his arm as he was tying his shoes. "Please I-I already told you what was going on with me and Tez.. it's nothing.... Please don't leave me," I begged.

He stood to his feet and looked down at me, "I love you."

"Do you really?" He questioned.

"Kentrell you don't ever gotta question that."

His eyes seemed to have softened and he grew a calm expression over his face. I sat beside him on the bed still clutching my towel, "I'm sorry," he confessed, "he took you away from me once.. Ion want him to do it again. Ion want nobody takin' you away from me again... You mean a lot to me Wynter you keep me sane and insane all at the same fuckin' time."

"Okay baby boy I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," I admitted caressing his cheek.

"Ion know dat."

He pulled me onto his lap and I placed both my hands onto his face, "I promise you I'll never go anywhere baby... Even in death I'll never leave you."

"Don't talk like that," he wiped the tear I hadn't even realized I had until he brought it to my attention. "Kentrell tomorrow isn't promised for you, me.. Or anyone. I just promise you I won't leave you - even in death."

"C'mon I wanna take you somewhea," he invited.

"Oh okay."
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A look of confusion plastered across my face once I saw Kentrell was parked infront of a tattoo shop. "What are we doing here?" I wondered as he began exiting the car walking towards the entrance. I exited following behind rushing a bit. Kentrell was always full of surprises nowadays. Maybe he was getting himself some more ink, possibly Kacey's name on him somewhere.

The receptionist wasted no time allowing him to come to the back. The tattoo guy had his own private room and Kentrell wasted zero time removing his shirt. "Can you show me what you're getting?"

Kentrell just smiled and toyed with his phone.

I sat back in a spare chair as they conversed while the man started setting up his tools. I brought my phone closer to my face as Kentrell finally looked at me. His hand found my thigh as my red warm up shorts which I cut began rising up higher. "You gon' hold my hand?" He wondered.

"No cause you shouldn't even be here," I confessed pushing his hand away.

"You gone get my face so I'm not even trippin'," he insisted.

I let my eyes roll, "bullshit."

"Yea aight."

I refused to respond. I just scrolled further down ig on the explore page watching makeup videos, hairstyling, and even pranks. I hadn't even realized an hour had already flown by. I sat my phone down and sat Kentrell was just laying there calmly as the needle buzzed continuously piercing into his skin. My stomach started to turn knots as I watched carefully as blood started to pool out. The artist wiped carefully then continued. My mouth had dropped once I realize Kentrell was getting my entire face next to his rib cage. "Is that me?" I questioned stating the complete obvious.

"Who it look like?" Kentrell teased.

"Wh-why?"

"I put'chu on my ribs cause god removed one to make you.. Nah you'll be with me forever... Even in death like you said."

My head flown back in awe. "Kentrell you're crazy," was all I could say. I grabbed a napkin dabbing my tears away. Moments later the tattoo was finished and it was my turn. I decided to get a simple K with a crown on my wrist. Kentrell was more than satisfied that I was getting it and he seemed surprised honestly.

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After our ink sessions we bought pizza with wings and went back to my house. I entered the chilly home and went towards the kitchen while Kentrell took a seat in the living room with the boxes. I grabbed two water bottles out the fridge and made my way back to him.

He was already on Netflix trying to decide what to watch.

"You see sum?" He wondered.

I shook my head bringing a slice of pepperoni pizza up to my mouth, "nah not really."

He decided to play Juice and every time I watched this movie it was like my first time seeing it. Only because every time I watched it - it was always years apart. I probably seen it last about four years ago. I just never have time to watch tv when I had Amelia with me all the time. I just wanted to entertain her and nap together. "What'chu thinkin' about?" He asked with a soft tone of voice.

"What's about to happen next," I replied.

"He about to flirt with the big teeth bitch at that record store," he filled in. I broke into a smile and put the slice of pizza down feeling full as ever. I always ate until I was satisfied because if you over stuff that's how you become fat. I shut my box and reached over for the wing Kentrell was so close to biting into. "My germs," I teased taking a bite then trying to hand it back to him.

He kissed his teeth in annoyance, "that was the biggest one."

"Kentrell there's more."

He shook his head, "it ain't the same fat ass," he stood up and I tossed the wing into the box. "Where are you going?" I questioned a bit unsure as to what he was going to do next.

"Get uP we gotta box," he insisted forcing her s pants up and putting his fists into the air.

I laughed and he began punching at me playfully. I instantly put my hands up and my right foot to block him. "Stop Kentrell," I shouted as his fist made contact with my thigh. "Get up Wynnie," he demanded and continued swinging. I finally jumped up only for him to tackle me back onto the couch. Our laughter drowned out the sounds of the tv completely. "You kno better than to play with my food," he informed about to get off of me but I pulled him back. He looked confused for a minute, "what?"

"Kiss me," I answered sweetly.

He obeyed bringing his lips to mine and they became infused together for what felt like forever. He finally pulled away to admire my face. "You good?"

My eyes fluttered opened and I nodded slowly, bringing my lips in as they tingled.

Kentrell scooted down and laid his head on my chest between my breasts. My hands found his back and I sat them there, gently rubbing as we both decided to get back to focusing on the movie.

"iTenya," I mumbled.