Crumbling Paradise

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Ight, so somebody need to update wattpad and tell  em

ALL AFRICAN AMERICANS ARE BLACK BUT NOT ALL BLACKS ARE AFRICAN AMERICANS💀💀💀

Anyways this is meh!!! I hate it! Ion know why it came out like this but I done spent too much time onnit to delete it so fuck it!😂

Excuse mistakes💀 ion never proof read
Sigh😪

Brizy p.o.v

Kentrell almost ran over the gate as he drove in. He didn’t even wait to close the door or even kill the engine as he grabbed his gun already running towards the house. He stopped finding the few bodyguards that were around tied up in a circle outside the porch. He checked to see if they were dead. Luckily, they were just unconscious. He continued into the house blood boiling. Anger fueled his every thought and movement. It was silent for the most part. There was no one in the living room and the kitchen.

“Tyquian?!” he yelled taking the steps to the guest room. He stopped in the hallway when his eyes landed on two bodies. He rushed over there instantly. “Sheyaa? Kimberley?” he called out shaking them both slightly. There was blood all around them. He couldn’t tell who was bleeding though. “Sheyaa?! Wake up mane!” he felt the older’s pulse. It was faint. Kimberley seemed fine. Just knocked out. “Sheyaa!” Kentrell felt his heart ache tears instantly burning in his eyes. “Come on nigga! Wake up!”

“Kentrell?”

“I’m here! My brother hurt Dwayne! He need help.” Kentrell yelled hearing footsteps run up the steps. He cradled Sheyaa’s head. He was the one bleeding. Turning his body over slightly, Kentrell saw the nasty gush at the nape. “Fuck happened to you mane?” Kentrell choked out taking out one of his many pocket clothes and pressing it against the wound.

“What happened?” Dwayne stared over the scene before checking on Kimberley.

“Ion know!” Kentrell’s voice cracked the more he continued to hold on to Sheyaa’s body which seemed to be getting colder.

“Where-where is Jahseh? Where my son at Kentrell?” Dwayne asked starting to panic. He went into his son’s room but he wasn’t there. “Kentrell where the fuck is my son?” Dwayne came back yelling.

“Ion know gah damn! We argued earlier and he left! Ion know where he went!”

“What?! When was this? Why are you just telling me this now?!” Dwayne yelled wanting to punch the younger male in the face. Kentrell didn’t answer. He struggled to stand up carrying Sheyaa’s body in his arms. “Where you going? I’m talking to you!”

“My brother dying and you want me to give you answers I don’t have?! Fuck you!” Kentrell ignored him continuing down the stairs and into his car which was still running.

“This your fucking fault! I told you not to tell anybody where this location was but you ain’t listen!” Dwayne continued to yell which wasn’t helping. Kentrell ignored him putting Sheyaa in the back seat. He walked back into the house walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. It was just the right amount of cold. He run up the steps opening the bottle cap. He walked over to Kimberley pouring the icy water on her. She sat up startled breathing heavily.

“What-why-huh? Kentrell?” she looked around confused. Kentrell didn’t give her brain enough time to process anything as he picked her up slanging her over his shoulder and down the stairs as quickly as he could. “What s going on? Kentrell what are you doing?” She yelled squirming a bit.

“Shut the fuck up!” Kentrell grumbled putting her down when he got to the car. She swayed a bit her vision blurring from the blood that had been rushing to her head.  Kentrell opened the other door and shoved her inside. “You hold his body up till we get to the damn hospital! You ‘ear me!” He yelled slamming the door back not waiting for a response. Kimberley gasped seeing Sheyaa’s body leaning back against the seat eyes closed and blood on his clothes.