KENTRELL
"Baby Joe!" I screamed down the stairs. I waited and got no answer. I sprinted down the stairs and to the living room, to find him smoking some weed. His shoes on my damn couch.
"Nigga- get yo dirty ass feet up off mah damn couch!" I yelled at him. All hexdid was look at me over his shoulder, and back to the big tv screen.
I know this big headed ass nigga did not just ignore me.
I strutted over to him and threw his dirty feet off the couch.
" I've been calling for you!"
"Okay. I'm up. I'm up."
I rolled my eyes, sucking my teeth hard.
"Let's go, I got a session in the studio." He nodded his head, getting up.
In The Studio
"They hollerin' 1 gun, 2 gun, he shot whose son? How long till your time comes? These hoes gon' misuse him. It's a thug nigga life. A thig nigga life, yeah."
I took my headphones off, for a break.
"Yo, Youngboy! " Joe got in the booth with me.
"You knew Taymor got a kid?" He asked, still looking at his screen.
I shook my head, knowing he hasn't looked at me.
"No."
I got quiet as I thought of the times of me and Taymor. I know I hurt him when I just stood and left that night, without him knowing. I also ignored his calls and texts, I saw them. He had something important to tell me. I changed my number after that. I couldn't deal with the guilt. I still feel guilty and had for just leaving him behind.
"Lemme see." I looked over Joes' shoulder.
"If didn't know any better, I'd say the lil jit looks just like you." He said, laughing.
I smiled slightly. I could say the siame. He kinda do look like me. Nah. Taymor moved on. Naw, he got a kid.
I messed up.
"Would you believe meh if I said I still love him?" My voice came out as a whisper.
Joe looked at me.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Prolly. I haven't seen yo ass smile like how you smiled wit Tay."
He looked back at his phone.
"You know, it's not a bad idea to reach out to him." Joe suggested. I shook my head.
"He moved on, mane. Now he got a kid." That just made him look at me like im dumb.
"And? Nothing has stopped you befo'. Start slow, apologise. Make it up to him." I knew Joe was not gon' let this go, so I nodded.
"Will you?" He asked, almost looking hopeful.
I tucked in my lips. I let out a breath.
"Sure."
He let a smile take over his face.
"Coo'. Now get back to yo' shit." He laughed, slapping my ads cheek playfukky before leaving tha booth.
"Mane, fuck you." I said, before laughing and putting my headphones back on.
-
I sat on my bed, my finger hovering over the follow button on Taymors instagram account.
I haven' talked to lil slime for four years now. I bailed in him. Left him behind.
I swear to god he the love of ma life. Cliché or not.
I don't give no fucks.
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"Kentrell shutcho bow-legged ass the fuck up." Tay muttered as he walked in the kithen, my "bow-legged ass" right behind him.
"You know you wrong. Sho he provoked you ,but that's not an excuse. You beat him and his girl up. Now look atchu, yo' short ass is now suspended."
He stood in from of the fridge and huffed.
"He shouldn't have called my mamas name out. Saying he gon 'fuck her good'. Calling my dad a lil bitch, sure he wasn't all that, but don't speeak over my dad. He six feet under. Probably bones, by now. He even called you out. You shouldn't be mad! "
He turned arond to look at me.
"He called out my family! I couldn't let him go without being knocked down."
I nodded. Groaning.
"Nah, why did cho' ass drag the girl?" I asked , scratching my eyebrow.
He was mumbling shit under his breath.
"I can't hear shit, Tay."
He set down, at the island. " I was letting him go, when she came down the hallway screaming and shit. I let him go and walked pass her when she pushed my arm over, making me stumble. On purpsose. Purpose , Trell. So what I do? I dragged her shit, she needed it dragged."
I looked at him with a straight face.
"You know you're not suppose to hit no females, Taymor." I groaned, staring at him hard.
He looked down.
"I didn't! I swear! I just dragged her shit, it seemed stiff so I had to help her out, to release some tension in it. Turms out I did." He shrugged staging back up and opening the fridge.
I closed my eyes, trying to resist from laughing.
"Mane, yo Ma coming. See me watch yo ass get beat." I laughed.
"My ass isn't gonna get b-"
The door swing open.
"TAYMOR TRAVON MCINTYRE! WHAT DID YO ASS DO?!"
Heavy and quick steps could be heard from the living room. Tays Ma marhed up to Taymor, taking her shows off, keeping one in her hand.
"M-Ma, I can explain." Taymor visibly shook from fear.
"You can explain while I whip yo ass. What I tell you about fighting? What I say imma do to you when you get suspended?"
"Uh, you were going to beat my shit i-in?" Taymor answered stuttering.
I remember trying to keep from laughing. Taymors eyes darted to mine, fast as hell. Next thing you know, Tays on the floor. His mom beating him up with a her red bottoms.
"Ma, I'm sorry!"
"You think you're grown now?! Beating on girls?!" Was all you heard, along with Tays screams.
After that beating, Taymor lay on his bed, his head in his pillow.
"I swear to god, I hate her sometimes. For all I care, she could die." He screamed in his pillow. She'd gone back to work.
"Ay, you don't wish death on yo Mama. No matter what. No matter how mad ya lil ass get. That's yo Ma. You want her to die?" I grabbed onto his arm.
"I'm sorry, Trell. I don't mean it." He broke down again. I nodded at him and rubbed his back.
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I laughed at tha memory, he really got his ass beat that day.
I pressed on the follow button on the screen, and quickly turned my phone off.
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Fanfic"Mama, what wrong?" "Nothing baby, watch the tv. Mama's okay." I smiled at my little boy. He had no idea he was watching the same man whos existence he had questioned. He did have a dad, just one that didn't care enough to reach out.
