Carmen Davis works at a Suicide Hotline Company, where people take calls from people all around the world that have problems, and thinks of suicide. One day she takes a call from a young boy, Kentrell Gaulden. And somehow, they manage to connect.
~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~ ~| April 29, 2017 |~ ~| Carmen House |~
~| Carmen Maria Davis |~
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Could y'all believe it's been a month, and nothing but bullshit been happening?
Well yeah, first my husband and Kentrell got to arguing.
I was scared they was gonna get to fighting.
I actually got to arguing with Kentrell's mama, and the sister ended up jumping in it too.
My job been stressing me out.
Believe Iyanna slick think me and Kentrell got something going, which we don't.
He just loves being around me.
Let's not forget how Jeremiah been out a lot.
Ion know if he's cheating, or if he's just getting away from Kentrell.
But he better tell me something, because I will bring my bat out.
But it ain't like I can't get Kentrell to kill him, which he would gladly do.
But I love him, so I'm not gone do that.
Just as I was leaned over the counter, standing on my tippy toes, looking for the right seasoning, I felt somebody press up against me.
"Kentrell imma chop that thing you call a dick right off if you don't stop." I mumbled.
"Kentrell? What the fuck Carmen?" I heard Jeremiah's voice and I froze.
Okay I shoulda known the different sizes.
I mean Kentrell got a huge one but Jeremiah has a big one.
Two different things, for two different niggas.
"My bad." I simply mumbled.
"SO YOU NOT GONE SAY HOW YOU THOUGHT I WAS THAT NIGGA? WHAT THE FUCK YOU AND HIM GOT GOING?" He sapped making me jump a little.
Bitch don't be scared, you a grown ass lady.
Let him get this grown ass beating.
"I'm not even about to waste my breath and yell at you, but you have no reason to question somebody. Where you been at lately? Huh? Answer THAT" I snapped.
