Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed

~| thirty-two |~

~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~
~| Carmen House |~
~| January 16, 2018 |~

~| Carmen Maria Davis |~

"I still can't believe I'm pregnant." I smiled to myself as I stood in the mirror.

"Shit I can." Lazae chuckled.

"What you mean?" I asked, looking confused.

"You'll realize, but what do you want to have?" She asked me.

"Well Jeremiah said he wants a boy, so he can be a junior." I explained to her.

"That ain't even his baby." Kentrell stood at the door, watching me.

Kentrell's very nice, and funny too.

Well he's only nice to me really, other people his mean and rude.

They explained to me that I had lost my memory, which still didn't help me gain it back though.

I still barely know who they are, and sometimes it scares me.

Because I'm in a house full of strangers, that might hurt me.

But Kentrell said he would protect me.

I've been excused from work, since I had a accident.

"What do you mean? He said it was." I looked at him.

Kentrell laughed. "Nigga shooting out blanks, need to stop lying to you."

"True." Lazae agreed.

They both had told me that me and Kentrell had something going.

Well not they, but Lazae. She's been filling my head up with everything I need to know.

I find that hard to believe that I had something going on with Kentrell, since I don't think I'd cheat on my husband.

I know I wouldn't.

But seriously, I have no memory of Kentrell.

Just like I don't of anybody else.

"If he's not the dad, then who is?" I looked confused.

"Me, obviously." He answered. "I nutted in you the last time we fucked."

Well then why Jeremiah think this his baby?

This too much drama for me.

"To much information, nasty ass." Lazae got up off my bed. "Imma be downstairs with Ben and the rest of them."

I nodded my head as Kentrell walked further into the room, taking a seat on my bed.

He stared at me as I looked in the mirror.

"Come hea." I heard him say, in that heavy accent he has.

Going over to the bed, I sat down, looking at him. "What?"

"You really don't remember me huh? What we had?" He asked, looking a bit hurt.