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𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅.
Kyrin couldn't stop replaying the words in his head. "before y'all be planning a second funeral." He mugged the phone as his grip became tighter. Whoever sent the video wanted him to acknowledge it and that discombobulated him.
He glanced over at Emeri as she slept peacefully beside him, her soft snores the only sound in the room besides the faint hum of the TV. He thought about waking her up but he decided not to since it was his burden to bear and not hers.
Sliding out of bed as quietly as possible, he grabbed his phone and stepped into the hallway, closing his bedroom door behind him. His fingers hovered over the screen before he tapped Kehlen's contact.
The phone barely rang before her voice could be heard. "Hellurrrrr, you are now chatting with the baddesttttt." Kehlen dragged, making Kyrin mug the phone, remembering how annoying Kehlen could be whenever she answered the phone.
"Who that grinch-looking ass bitch was talkin' about onnat' live?" Kyky asked, skipping any pleasantries.
"Huh? What you talm' bout Ky?" Kehlen asked, sounding confused as ever.
"Kehlen stop playing with me! I will comb that damn mustache." His voice was low, but the anger that rushed them was evident. "When you was onnat' live with them ugly ass bitches, arguing like yall ain't have no damn sense, the fuck she meant by second funeral?"
The like fell silent as Kyky mugged the phone. Kehlen sighed, and Kyky knew it was an eye roll behind it. "Ky don't pay them no mind, you know Trinity ain't like that. Kyli already proved that, she just talking."
"I'm not talkin' about that fat nose ass ho." Kyrin cut her off. "I'm talkin' what she said. Second funeral?? Who the hell was she talm' bout Kay? Khalil?"
"Ky..." Kehlen started, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "I don't think she meant-"
"Kehlen you know Ian' never been no dumb ass nigga." Kyrin interrupted his voice firm. "What other funeral have we eva' been to? Hm? Weon' even fuck with funerals."
Kehlen fell silent again, which only pissed Kyrin off more. He didn't feel like playing guessing games. His grip on the phone tightened as memories of Khalil replayed in his mind. The late-night conversations, the way he always made him laugh whenever he wanted to end it all, the way they always had each other backs. Now he was gone, and Kyrin was still breathing.
He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his face as he leaned back on the wall behind him. His frustration wasn't with Kehlen but with himself. He already let the person who shot him walk away, a decision he regretted every day. Almost losing his life wasn't something he could forget, but losing Khalil? That was a wound that wouldn't ever heal. And whoever did it was behind it wasn't making it out alive.
