Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed

~| thirty |~

~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~
~| Suicide Hotline Company |~
~| December 30, 2017 |~

~| Carmen Maria Davis |~

"My feet is fucking tired." I complained again, as me and Lazae clocked out.

"Girl you been complaining all day." Lazae laughed. "Know damn well you use to this."

"I know, I'm dramatic anyways." I shrugged.

"More importantly are you gonna tell Kentrell what happened?" Lazae asked me, as I made it to my car with her following.

"No, it was by accident. I don't even like Jeremiah like that anymore." I shrugged. "I'll divorce him, and throw it all away."

"Bitch he gone kill you if he find out." She shooked her head.

"I know, that's why I'm avoiding it." I said.

I know how Kentrell rock.

And yes, that nigga might just shoot at me.

"I wish you luck forreal, love you." She smiled and we hugged.

"Love you too girl." We broke the hug, as I opened the door, and got in my car.

Over the weeks, I had been feeling sick.

Like throwing up, nauseous, and sleepy.

I ain't know what it was, so I just kept brushing it off.

And I'm not stupid, I checked if I was pregnant, but the pregnancy tests said no.

So I went with that.

I know it was wrong to basically cheat on Kentrell with Jeremiah.

But me and Jeremiah were technically still married, but then it was like me and Kentrell were dating.

I'm stuck.

Two niggas in my life, and I can't pick one.

That's fucked up, because I'm 23, and I should know.

Kentrell.

I always think about him.

Playing some of his unreleased music, I nodded my head as I drove home.

Continuing to drive, I heard my phone ding from a message.

Noticing that it was an unfamiliar number that texted me, I looked confused.

"The fuck?" I mumbled to myself as I opened the message.

Unknown
U might wanna see this🙂, bye .

Just as I read that message, a video came in.

I held onto the steering wheel as I continued to look down at my phone pressing it.

Starting the video, I seen Kentrell, and some girl.

I think it was the blasian girl, from the looks of it.