Anybody who has social media has heard of Kentrell (Youngboy) at least once. If you know anything about him, you have probably heard of his bond with childhood friend named Three. But nobody ever really hears about Three's younger sister Malaysia...
I heard him downstairs hollering at my mother followed by something beating against the walls hardly, sending items crashing to the floor. I covered my ears trying to block the noise out but it was no use. My heart was racing a mile - a minute and I physically felt sick to my stomach. I began to say a few silent prayers to god to watch over myself and of course to save my mother from this man and her alcohol addiction.
"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺..—"
I heard her start attempting to calm him, though that never worked, I rolled my eyes, though she couldn't see it.
"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚!"
He would holler back, I could hear him pacing back and forth on the hard wood flooring that lined the floor all through our living room . I could hear his work boots squeaking against the floor, it must have been raining out.
Who is this nigga calling a whore? I havent so much as let a man see me naked! And calling my brother Three a bastard? Yeah, he gots us fucked up!
"𝙂𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤-"
Was all my mom managed to get out before he struck her, I gasped hearing how loud the connection was as my mom began to wheep out shortly after. Now it was I who began to pace around inside my bedroom. If I called the police, he would just scare my mother into sending them away calling it all a big "misunderstanding" and then he'd pretend to be sweet for a couple days, before doing it all over again. I heard a loud noise and couldn't make it out —
Snapping my eyes open I quickly looked around, soon realizing it was just my alarm on my phone going off and I was no longer under my mothers care. My eyes made their way around my bedroom. I was now staying with my brother Three. Must've just been another nightmare, I thought aloud before grabbing my phone off the nightstand and unplugging it from my charger as I clicked to shut the annoying ass alarm off. It was for me to get ready for school and one thing about me — I absolutely despised school. I go to Elk Grove High. It's a pretty okay School for being in the hood but I still couldn't stand getting up and going to be around a bunch of immature kids, and more now these days since Three wasn't around anymore. He never graduated but instead gave up on repeating. Three had went to the same high school as me until last year when he was twenty. Three isn't dumb, he just never attended and Elk Grove has a stupid attendance rule where you can't miss more than twenty days in a school year or you won't graduate - and somehow every year, Three had to miss more than that number. Three was always on my ass about going to school and passing.
His voice played in my head. Three was like the father I never had and a big brother all in one. We were the only stable person one another had, aside from the gang of boys he hung with growing up and our grandparents. I sighed, breaking myself from my thoughts and pushing myself to get out of bed. Deciding to just do something simple today. It wasn't like I had nobody to impress at school anyways. I didn't like the boys who were my age, sure they were cute but definitely not for me. They all did the same shit and acted immature, I couldn't stand that! I walked over to my dresser, pulling out a black crop top and some black jeans to go with it, deciding to just leave my hair down. Pulling out my phone and snapping a quick picture for my Instagram.
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