KENNEDY
"Hezekiah stop crying, it's gonna be fine"
"It's not, you leaving me again-"
"Do you want me to continue being mean and angry all the time? Kiah, I'm tired of feeling pissed off at the world, shit I wanna be happy. I know shit ain't right with you but I can't help you if I don't help myself first"
Sending Shoota our location I knew he was going to chew me out for ignoring his calls and messages for the past day and a half.
I needed time to plan out my next moves and get my thoughts together.
"What are you going to do?" crawling into my lap he laid his head on my shoulder. "I can go with you"
"Promise not to tell anyone? Not even Shoota or mama Honey?"
"Yes"
Explaining most of my plans and how I'd accomplished them we heard a loud car outside, then banging on the door followed by my name being yelled.
"Kiah open the door for your uncle"
I would do it myself but my body is beyond weak, Shoota was right I shouldn't have left the hospital or be out of bed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" is the first thing he says when he comes in, embracing me into a hug. "you had me about to flip the whole city looking for yo dumbass, had me thinking something happened. Don't do no stupid shit like that girl!"
"Get off goofy, my body hurts"
"I brought your meds, here" pulling away he hand me a pill bottle. "don't run off like that for real Ken, there's a lot of people out there that cares for you"
"Yeah yeah whatever"
"And you took lil man, between mama Honey and Game I don't know who wants to beat yo ass more"
"I'm not worried, take Kiah back to them. I got something to do"
"Like what? Ken doesn't play, I'm not in the mood" pinching his nose bridge he focuses on his breathing. "tell me where you planning ongoing"
"Nah cause I don't want none of y'all to know where I'm at, I don't want to be available"
"So what if something happened to Kiah?"
"Don't even speak that into the air, he knows what to do if he needs me which I don't think he will. You, Kev, and Lucky are more than capable of looking after him until I get back"
"Kennedy just tell me where your going, out of all people you should at least trust me"
"I do trust you" shrugging I laid back slowly onto the bed. "but I'm not telling you, text me when you drop him off"
There was a slight pause in our conversation for a while before he spoke again.
"I'm not about to beg you, I love you be safe"
"Stop saying that gay shit"
"Shut up" leaning over he gave me a gentle hug and a soft kiss on my forehead
"What the fuck you kiss me for?" pushing him away I mugged him slightly disgusted
"Bye Ken" waving me off he picked up Hezekiah and his backs.
"Bye Kiah, love you"
"See you later Kenny, love you" sniffing out the door Hezekiah drops his head on Shoota's shoulder with glossy eyes
"It's gay when I say it but you can say it with ease to Hezekiah? Bet, Kevin walking up now" Shoota grunts
"Why did you tell him I was here?"
Swallowing the pills I groaned in discomfort grabbing a bottle of water and downing it, Kevin walked and closed the door slowly.
"Don't b—"
"Shut up" holding his hand up he cuts me off moving closer glaring, sitting beside me he lifts my shirt looking over my stomach and side.
Side eyeing him I pushed him away slightly.
"Don't touch me"
"Are you in pain?"
"Whatcha think? What do you need Kev? Why did you come?"
"I should smack the fuck outta you right now, you have attacked two days ago and then disappeared on me. I was worried and scared for your well-being, you didn't think I would want to check on you myself?" standing he dragged a hand down his beard. "What's wrong with you? It's like every time I get comfortable with you, you push me away and put distance between us. When I try to comfort you it's the same thing, distancing yourself and acting more aggressive than usual"
"What's not wrong with me?" I mutter picking up my bag along with my phone and charger, getting up slowly I left the key card on the bed opening the door. "come on dickhead it's checkout time"
"Where you headed?"
"Why?" giving him an unsure glance making my way into the parking lot with a small limp.
"I want you to come home with me, I want you close"
Humming in response I nod going up to Benji's car putting my bag in the backseat, I still don't have a car yet so Benji's been taking me from point A to B.
"Baby mama got Islah and Khaza?"
"Yeah they at my house, Dreka cooking as we speak"
"Is she wear a robe butt ass naked underneath?" raising an eyebrow leaning against the car a smug smile made its way into my face seeing the annoyed look on Kevin's face. "what?"
"I'm not even gonna say nothing" shaking his head he closed the gap between us wrapping his arms around me loosely draping his head on top of mines. "I love you"
"Mmhct, why the fuck you and Shoota keep saying that gay shit? I don't wanna hear that" fake gagging I looked up mugging him. "I fuck with you though shawty"
Sucking his teeth Kevin threw his head back.
"You getting on my nerves, I'm not yo shawty. Your mine and it's not gay" letting go of my hips he took out his phone holding it to his ear letting out a sigh looking down at me. "Baby I gotta go, meet me at my house alright?"
"I hear you"
He bent down placing a few lip pulling kisses before taking a step back watching me get inside Benji's car.
"I'll be home in an hour," he says closing the door walking away
"Am I taking you to Kevin's house?" Benji questions driving out of the parking lot onto the main road
"Nah head towards Maryland" propping my feet up on the armrest I crossed my arms looking out the window. "Don't tell my business either, Shoota doesn't need to know shit or anybody else"
"Have I ever spoke on you before? You have nothing to worry about"
"Yeah yeah, keep an eye out for my boy Hezekiah and check up on Hercules and Jeremiah now and then"
"Okay, may I ask you something?"
"Mhm"
"I heard about what happened at Shoota's kickback, why didn't you fight back? Brandon got away with hitting on you and screaming in your face"
"Eh I guess you could say character development" shrugging I thought back on the fight I had with Bubba. "sike Nah I understood why he was angry and didn't want to hurt him any more than he was already hurting"
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