- August 24, 2020 -
- 4 Days Later -
- Thursday -
- Miami, Florida -
- Amoura Third House -
Kentrell sat back in the bedroom, watching as Amoura sat on the dresser staring off into space.
He didn't know what was wrong with her, and he wasn't about to ask.
Her cousin, Dababy had decided to stay for a couple days.
So he was somewhere walking around minding his own business.
Amoura stayed quiet, blinking a couple times before looking down at her hands.
Death Enclaimed, by Kentrell played smoothly in the background, setting the tension in the room.
The dark sky, peeked in through the curtains and the blinds, as Kentrell stated at her, wondering what she was thinking.
"It's been four days." She mumbled.
"Huh?" Kentrell looked at her confused.
After what Dababy told him, he tried his best not to say too much shit to her.
"You been acting different, you know. I'm guessing Jonathan told you." She kept her eyes down at her fingers as tears ran down her face.
"Why you crying Amoura? It really ain't a big deal, at least you trying to get better." He sighed. "Stop crying mane."
"It wouldn't even matter, you look at me different. Don't you?" She asked.
"I mean, not technically. We all do some crazy shit." He shrugged.
He was truly lying to her.
Of course he looked at her a little different.
"I know when you lying." She chuckled as she sniffled. "You have all your reasons to look at me different."
"Well shit you coulda told a nigga you sold yo soul to the devil." Kentrell sighed. "You coulda told me you basically a whole ass demon, and that you was fucking with that illuminati shit."
"That was in the past." She mumbled.
"But it still happened." He looked at her. "This explains why you act the way you do, not to mention why you don't want kids also. Don't wanna fuck them kids heads up huh? Or better yet you probably don't wanna kill them yourself."
Amoura woulda been mad at the shit he was saying, but she couldn't find it in herself to be mad.
Instead, she started to cry.
Yeah she didn't care what anybody thought of her, hell she didn't care what her family thought of her.
But like it was said before, she cared a lot of what Kentrell thought of her.
"S-stop." She mumbled. "You don't understand."
"Well help me understand, because I wanna know why you do all that shit. Got a nigga ready to escape again." He layed back on the bed.
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His Kidnapper- NBA Youngboy- Completed
FanfictionAmoura Cooper has had her eyes on Kentrell Gaulden better known as NBA Youngboy for years. She's known him since he was little, and always loved him. So one night, she decides that she's done thinking about him, dreaming about him, and him not notic...
