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Schizophrenia {S-kits-o-fray-ne-a}
< A disorder that affects a person's ability to think, feel, and behave clearly. >
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Charlotte, North Carolina That next Day Kentrell's POV
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Kentrell slowly opened his eyes, closing them right back because of the sunlight beaming right back onto his hazel eyes. "Fuck bra.." He mumbled, clearing his throat. "Goodmornin' ma-" Kentrell started but stopped, he reached to Hassen's side of the bed and came in contact with the sheets.
He checked the clock and looked at the time. It was 12:30 and Hassen went in today at 11. Kentrell got up and stretched his legs and arms, groaning deeply before he scratched his side.
He got up and walks to the bathroom, slightly pulling down his basketball shorts so he could use the bathroom. He clicked on Hassen's contact and called him. Well, tried to.
Hassen declined his call before the ringing could even start.
Kentrell kept calling and calling, was he still mad about the fight?
Buzz! Buzz!
Li 'Sen🖤🩸
Listen Kentrell. I need you to get ALL your shit and get out my house. I don't know where you're going to go but you cannot stay with me anymore. I let you disrespect me, my household, and my relationship. I even let you put your hands on me Kentrell but ruining my relationship while YOU'RE fucking on another bitch AND getting that ho pregnant is wild as fuck to me and I don't ever want to speak to you again.
I get off at 5:30, so you should be out by then Kentrell. Bye.
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'He think he can leave us?'
'He not leaving.'
"Damn right he not." Kentrell said angrily. He sat on the bed and stared at the wall with a blank emotionless face.
'So what we doing y'all.'
'I say, we show him he not leaving us, ever!'
'Andddd how are we going to do that Top.'
"Goin' ta pay Kayylyn a li' visit." Kentrell smirked, lighting a blunt as he pulled his phone out going to text Kayylyn. Nobody was taking Hassen away from them.
