Protector.

39.

Wynter Dawson.

I sat in Kentrell's rental seeming quite confused at to why he needed one in the first place. He had went inside to get Joe and I was sill lost on everything that was going down. I had on a simple black tube top with black leggings and fluffy fox tail colored slides. Kentrell and Joe finally came back out, rushing to the car.

"Damn you got her to agree to this shit?" Baby Joe questioned.

I looked back at his green colored head and then back at his face, "agreed to what?"

"I need'chu to help me hit this lick," Kentrell confessed finally. My eyes widened, there was no way I could go through with doing something like this and Kentrell knew that. I had a daughter to think about, most of the time it back fires. "Kentrell fuck no, have you lost your mind?!" I hollered with arms no longer folded. I undid my seat belt and quickly exited the car, slamming the door. I started walking along the side walk to hear a door slam right behind me, "Wynnie come hea' you doin' too fuckin' much," he spat.

I continued walking until I felt him snatch my arm aggressively, "can you do this one thing for me?"

"Kentrell no!" I shouted in his face.

I snatched my hand away and surveyed him, "I'm fucking done with you.. You'll never change and here you are trying to drag me into your shit."

He looked away and pulled his pants up, "You ain't done wit me," he broke into a smile, "I don't even know why you be sayin' dat shit."

"This time I mean it!"

"Yeah whateva," he mumbled beginning to walk the opposite direction.

I continued walking back home in disbelief. I've had it with Kentrell trying to drag me into his shenanigans. I was already looked at a target just for being friends with him and being associated with the boys. My daughter nearly took a bullet but I took one myself and nearly died from it. The last thing I needed was my name coming up in one of the opps conversations, everyone already knew who I was from being with Marlo anyhow. My arms snaked around myself. I really missed Marlo, yeah he was bad for me but it felt so good.. I always knew I was protected by him whether we were around each other or not. Now I didn't have any protection besides Kentrell but he didn't seem to care for my safety anymore the way he was putting me in danger.

Truly - I wish I could hug Marlo one last time or let him make love to me.

A part of me couldn't forgive Kentrell but a piece of me could. In a way I understand his sadistic way of thinking. I loved him but if he wanted to be happy with someone else I'd let him.

"Fuck," I cursed to myself once I realized I left my phone in the car. At this point I was annoyed because this meant I'd have to have another encounter with Kentrell.

Suddenly a car pulled up beside me causing my heart to nearly jump out of my chest, I ignored it and kept walking. "Wynter," a familiar voice called. I looked over and realized it was Tez. A smile formed on my face, "hey," I greeted walking up to his rolled down window.

"Why you walkin' and who you kno' stay out here?" He questioned.

"Joe," I replied dryly while rolling my eyes.

"Girl get in," he demanded.

I raced to the other side and entered the car, he instantly sped off. He turned the radio up louder and leaned back in his seat comfortably- as usual. In ways he reminded me of Marlo, little things he'd do. Like the way he'd drive, he sorta laughed like him too in segments. "Where you was headed?" He wondered reaching over turning the radio down a bit.