" Keep it real , neva change up. Cause we not built to fold." A beautiful young therapist Chanel falls deeply in love with NBA Youngboy . One session turned out to lead to so much more . Can Chanel handle this ?. " I just wanna be loved." Can Chanel...
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October 1st , 2019. 📍Baton Rouge Louisiana .
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Chanel , I sat in the middle of my bed pulling the heavy Gucci luggage across the bed , folding up my clothes.
I have a flight to catch in a few hours to Detroit , I can't even lie I have so many places and people to catch up with.
I just wish that I was visiting for a better reason , my father was pronounced dead a few nights ago and my emotions and thoughts have been eating me alive.
Everyone is heart broken , and devastated.
I'm not. It's just said to say how I never had a relationship with him and he's gone , he never played his position as a father.
He's gone , and there is nothing that I can possibly do. Everything now is up to me and my mother.
I don't even have a relationship with her , to me some things are better when you leave them just the way they our.
For last few nights I haven't been able to sleep and I've been having this weird dream , about this little boy , and I've seen him multiple times in different dreams.
He had long curly hair , dark brown eyes , and I beautiful smile , that made my heart melt in my dreams.
No matter what seemed to be going on in my dreams rather I'm happy , or sad he always seems to pop up.
Weird right ?.
For the last two nights , Kentrell has been staying with me , but every since it was in the air that I was leaving for awhile , he's been giving me attitude all day.
He's pissy for no reason , if it was up to him he would just drop everything and leave but he can't because he has a show tonight , and he has a interview with Vlad Tv.
I turned up the tv , listening to music to help me clear my thoughts. My eyes locked on Kentrell as he walked in the room with a backwood between his finger , a doubled styrofoam cup and a codeine cough syrup bottle in his hand.
" Running up them bands , tryna ball to I fall , BITCH ! I ain't the one so watch yo mothafucking mouth , REAL HOT GIRL ! From the moth—." I quickly snapped my head at Kentrell directions.
