𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐗𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 | 𝐤𝐝𝐠

ep : 15

The Next Day.

"Xalani I said that's enough." Kentrell grabbed a blunt from her hand, seeing how low her eyes were.

"What's the point in caring now? The baby's dead already. We killed it." She signed with her hands, her head tilting to the side.

"Stop saying that shit Zay. Eat your food." He placed a bag of Chic Fil A on the dresser next to her, ashing the blunt she was just smoking.

Xalani grabbed the bag from the dresser, throwing it into the trash bin, and he looked down at her with a growing frown resting on his face.

"Tell me what to do." He mumbled, and she reached over to grab her blunt, making him grab her wrist.

"Kentrell why do you give a fuck now?! It's not like you're fixing any fucking thing." She snatched her arm from his grip, frowning up at him.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, and she didn't respond, turning to lay on her side. He was irritating her so bad and she knew he didn't mean it, but yesterday's events had her upset with him.

She understood that she shouldn't have been, because all she had to do was say no when she was offered the drugs. But what Kentrell didn't realize was that he had a way of unintentionally manipulating her.

He'd pout and soften his tone, or offer other things in order to get her to comply to what he wanted. And when she declined, he'd have an attitude that always made her feel bad.

Kentrell had grown to be her favorite person-after her sister, of course-and she hated when he was upset with her. She'd do whatever she could to keep him happy, and unfortunately this time it had terrible consequences.

She felt as if Kentrell knew the hold he had on her-since she didn't know anyone else besides him-and he used her dependence on his presence as some sort of leverage. He didn't mean to, but he was always used to getting his way.

Her attachment to him probably explained why she was still over his house after miscarrying because of the activities the two of them involved themselves in. She hated to be away from him for too long. It was as if she couldn't function without him.

Xalani's eyes followed his figure as he undressed himself, pulled the covers back, then laid on the side of her. His arms wrapped around her body, and he pulled her closer, laying his face on her chest.

"I'm trying to fix this but I don't know what to do. I didn't know Lani." He mumbled, and she remained quiet, staring ahead at the wall.

"Baby I'm sorry." He pulled her even closer, and she could feel the skin of her boobs begin to dampen, meaning he was crying. Knowing he was to blame for her miscarriage hurt his feelings more than he'd let on.

Xalani hadn't cried since she'd saw her panties the night before. She didn't want to cry because she knew that it was her fault. Crying wouldn't fix anything; it wouldn't bring the baby back, so she didn't see a reason to do anything other than sulk in silence and continue to blame herself.

"I know we keep saying we ah' get better, but I don't know how Zay. I don't even know where to start-or where to stop. I'm sorry. I don't know what ta' do." His tone was quiet, consumed in his usual negative thoughts.

Once she didn't respond, he pulled his face out of her chest, looking up at her. He tilted her head down a bit so that he could meet her green eyes, immediately being locked into a trance.

"If you want it bad enough you'll figure something out." She mumbled, and his expression softened.

"I'm trying Zay."

"Are you?" Her eyebrows furrowed, signing with her left hand.

"No." He looked down, and her ring finger began to tap quickly against her palm, frustrated because she knew that she hadn't been either.