Crumbling Paradise

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Once again ion know what the bloody hell I'm doing wit this😂😂😂.....

Kentrell.............

"Still launching on the couch, I see." Sheyaa hummed over me. I grunted rolling over to ignore his presence. "Gon' head to my room. I'm leaving for the shop." He slapped me n my back making me groan. I sluggishly sat up dragging my eyes lazily towards him, I flipped him off. Bruh I'm so tired and sleepy

"Can't. Gotta take Jahseh to his therapist appointment." I stood up heading straight to the kitchen. I got in from work like an hour ago and I'd be so happy to slump on a bed and get some typa sleep.

"Why you treat that nigga like he yoh gat damn child?" I rolled my eyes ignoring his question. "You take him to all them appointments, you bring him his food, you even gave him yoh own bed to sleep in my circulate around the house like the guest! Ion get it to be honest." He huffed. I knew this was a long-time coming conversation. Lets just say Jahseh wasn't a favorite in this house. I turned around looking at him sideways.

"What's there to get Sheyaa? Hmm?" I questioned.

"Why are you doing all this? You 'on even know him like that." He fired back.

"Okay and?" I answered back not in the mood to have this conversation at all.

"We 'on like him periodt." Kimberley added her two cents.

"word." Tyquian also joined in.

"Why tho? He ain't do shit to nun of y'all." I huffed grabbing my cup of coffee. Crickets. I knew what they was thinking but they ain't got the courage to say that lame shit out loud. "Exactly what I fucking thought." I put my own cup down getting to making Jahseh's chamomile tea. I grabbed the cereal pouring some in a bowl then added the chamomile tea in it instead of milk. Why Jahseh preferred it that way is beyond me. I picked my mug and the bowl up then left the kitchen leaving my housemates to give me disapproving looks. I went up to my room which hasn't been my room in three weeks but I didn't mind it. I knocked with my foot since my hands were full.

"Come in." I frowned at the cheerful voice behind the door. I pushed it open with my foot finding the room empty. Must be in the bathroom. I walked to the dresser putting the contents in my hands down on it. " Trell?" I turned facing the bathroom door my eyebrows raised. What the fuck? I stood their wondering who was that in there. My eyebrows shot to the ceiling when Jahseh stood at the door looking at me through his dripping wet hair which was all over his face. "I need a haircut." He huffed pulling it back.

"Who's in there with you?" I asked sitting on the edge of the bed. He walked back into the bathroom.

"No one." He shouted back then returned with a towel in his hands drying his hair. I frowned staring at him. " What?" he stopped what he was doing. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You seem-" I paused looking at him. "-different."

"Different how?" he laughed slightly startling me.

"More human I guess." I spoke up my mind without thinking it through.

"Wow." He snorted dangling the towel over his shoulder.

"Sorry but its true. You been so out of it lately naw look atchu bouncing on yoh feet smiling and shit. Plus, since when do you call me Trell?" I was still amazed by his lively behavior. Mostly I'd find him buried under the sheets the room dark and stuffy. Then I would draw the curtains open the window for some fresh air then force him to eat something. "Is you on drugs? Did Kimetrius give you some of that laced shit he be taking? Nasty! You should know that nigga hides that stuff where the sun don't shine. FYI the booty hole. Yap he be stuffing drugs in his booty hole cuz that muh'faka loser than a mug. He be taking that stank ass booty hole laced shit-"