Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed

~| twenty-five |~

~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~
~| Carmen House |~
~| July 7, 2017 |~

~| Kentrell DeSean Gaulden |~

"Why won't you tell me?" Carmen asked as I got ready to leave.

"Because I can't." I shrugged. "It ain't that important."

"You got bad communication skills." She shooked her head standing in front of the door.

"Why you acting like this? You don't usually be worried about where I'm going." I sighed.

"You should know why." She said. "You think I don't notice huh?"

"Notice what?" I asked confused.

Please don't let her say what I think she about to say.

"You been acting a little off Kentrell." She titled her head, walking up to me.

"What you mean?" I asked.

"Don't lie to me." She mumbled, pulling me to her. "You doing drugs? Other than weed?"

"No." I shooked my head.

She can't know.

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I nodded my head. "I just smoke weed."

"Yeah okay." She looked at me, still not convinced. "You can leave."

She see's right through me, and I don't even know how she does.

"You don't believe me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I believe you." She walked passed me. "See you later papa bear, I love you. Be safe out there."

"I love you too." I nodded my head. "Later mama bear. And okay, I will."

Walking out of the house, I closed the door.

She knows.

Think she just wants to catch me in the act though.

But it's like I don't want her to know, because then she gone stop me from doing it.

And ion think I can stop, I can't go without them pills.

I been drinking lean too, that shit been having me out of it.

Getting inside the car, I closed the door, and started the car up before pulling off.

Speeding down the road, I headed where the gang at.

After while, I made it to the trap house we be at, and got out.

Walking in, I instantly seen them.

"Okay so why the fuck y'all want me here? Carmen already suspecting shit." I said, looking annoyed.

"Nigga you seventeen, and be having the most problems with a girl more than anything else." Three shooked his head.

"She's a women, not a girl." I corrected him. "But seriously, wassup?"