𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

5.

Two days later.

"Bitch how you expect to find her if you just sit in here on yo ass." Ben leaned against the door of Kentrell's room.

"I'm so close to snapping your fucking neck. Get the fuck out my shit." He said from under his covers, playing with a knife that rested in his lap.

"Smcht. You want shit done? Gotta do it myself." He shook his head, walking out of Kentrell's room and closing the door behind him.

Kentrell picked up the knife, dragging it slowly across the skin on his arm, pressing deep so that he bled.

He watched blood began to leak from his forearm, and he stood up from his bed, not wanting to stain his sheets.

He stood in the mirror of his bathroom, dragging the knife down his tongue, the metallic taste of his own blood seeping through his tastebuds.

He unintentionally licked over his white teeth, staining them from his blood, and a devious grin placed on his face.

"You're sick." He pointed to the mirror.

"You're sick." Top pointed back at him through the mirror, making Kentrell laugh.

"Why you always copy me lil dude? Be yourself. It's been like 20 years bitch." Kentrell said to the mirror, not receiving a response.

"Pussy." He stuck the knife hard onto the glass of the mirror, shattering it, small cuts piercing through his skin from the debris.

He groaned in frustration because this was the third mirror he'd had to replace in the last month.

He missed the asylum. He missed being non-crazy in there because they were crazier than him. He missed being on a set schedule, drugging himself to sleep.

Kentrell began to carefully sweep up the glass, his eyes searching the ground so that he didn't leave even a speck.

He hated seeing specks of anything on floors. Whether it was a stain, debris of dirt, chipped wood, he didn't care-he hated all of it. It literally disgusted him and he didn't know why.

He dumped it into his trash can, grabbing his phone to have someone come out to install him a new mirror as soon as possible.

He cleaned the cuts on his body, and then stepped in the shower, standing under steaming hot water that burned his skin.

Kentrell spent about twenty minutes in the shower, before getting out and dressing in his normal attire of boxers, gray sweats, and a white muscle shirt.

Climbing back in his bed, he laid face down, resting his hand in his sweats as he attempted to fall asleep.

"I'm finna fucking kill you bitch." He said after hearing his door open, keeping his eyes closed.

"Really?" Nylah's voice came from the door, and his head popped up.

"I didn't know it was you baby I'm sorry." He quickly stood to his feet, wrapping his arms around her, and her body slightly tensed.

"Don't be like that with me. Please relax Symani." He mumbled, and she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just don't know what you want from me baby." He rubbed the nape of her back, his face in her neck.

"It's okay. It's just new. I haven't did anything before and I was embarrassed. I'm sorry." She mumbled, softly kissing the side of his face, and his dick hardened.

"Can you call me sweetface?" He asked, and she laughed, making him smile.

"For what?" She chuckled, pulling him from her neck to look at him.