He was curious about her at first. He thought she would make a perfect wife, make perfect kids. He thought this thing called 'LoVe' would be a easy feeling to get from her, he wanted her.
Her ecstasy.
Her heart.
Her soul.
Her everyt...
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ranada emily olinda
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I heard a knock on the door and I grabbed the remote pausing the movie I was watching.
"J-just come in." I say, moving my freshly done goddess dreads behind my shoulder. When the door opened I saw a brownskin girl standing there with her hand on her hip.
"Lemme tell you real quick bitch, kentrell mine." I look at her, around the room. Under the pillows, in my shirt. Everryywhere.
Sekani was the person who told me to never let a nigga or a bum ass bitch disrespect me.
I stood up pulled my hair into a quick ponytail, walked up to her, and all I did was swing my fist back far as hell... and batted ther fuck outta her. Hearing a extra loud crack.
He let a high pitched scream, I watched her nose start to bleed. I heard running and I quickly ran back over to the bed, laying down. Pretending to be asleep.
"Damnnn, somebody knocked ya' shit. Ayo K check it out real quick bro'." I heard somebody shout, and I heard more running.
"Mane kd gone, zuri go clean up." I heard kentrell's voice. I heard the door close, so I sat up taking my hair out the ponytail.
"Should run out there and hit her ass again, just for fun." I said.
"I knew yo' stupid ass hit her." I heard, I froze. I slowly looked up seeing kentrell standing there with the meanest face ever.
"I-Im sorry." He started laughing.
"What happened." He says. I instantly get hype, for what though I really don't know.
"Mann lemme tell you. She walled up in this bitch talking about 'keNtrEll mIne biTch'... so I tied my hair back, stood up and wopped her big goofy ass." I said doing wayy to much. Hand gestures and all.
"You know you can't fight."
"Bet, tell her I wanna fight." I say flipping my hair behind my shoulder again.
He stood up walking out the room. A few minutes later he came back with a devilish smile plastered onto his face.
"C'mon, you finna fight." He said holding his hand out. I stood up hiking my pants up, grabbing his hand.
He lead me downstairs. I saw his homies, and the bitch I had just punched.
I quickly slung my jacket off tossing it to kentrell.
"Alright bitch, check it out." I said, hearing my brooklyn accent slip.
She threw her set up, but I didn't. I just ran up on her and punched her in the temple, watching her fall to the floor.
"Damnnn, she hit her with the one hitta' quiter." I heard somebody yell.
I got onto of her straddling her waist, and started punching her everywhere. She had me fucked up. I felt her grab my shirt, and it started ripping, so I punched her in the temple once again. She stopped screaming, and stopped pulling at my shirt.
I stood up sliding my shirt over my head throwing in on the floor. I snatched my jacket from kentrell and stomped back upstairs.
"Manee, Imma need you to fight more bitches for me." Kentrell says bursting in the room with a water bottle.
"Hmm, you need this." He hands me the bottle and sits on the bed.
"She must've took boxing classes or something." I heard him mumble to himself.
"I've been in boxing classes since I was in, fifth grade." I said sipping my water.
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After kentrell had said something about boxing, we had a whole conversation about it. I told him about the classes, and my coaches and lots more.
Untill he got a phone call and had to leave, crazy thing is I actually didn't want him to go this time. He was really growing on me.
