Love, Kentrell.

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Karin.

"He want my number had to hit him with that mm mm, fantasizing got em' feenin' for this mhm, thick thighs got em' bussing out the jeans, yuh, real dope vibe turn these niggas into feins, yuhhh!" I sung the tiktok sound that's been stuck in my head out loud.

I was taking the long way home after a long night of dancing at work. Shaking my ass gets tiring and long drives are needed to come from out of my alter ego.

I sang along to Jhene Aiko on the radio, as I drove through some trees. If I've learned anything from movies as a black person, you better put the pedal to the mufuckin' medal!

I saw a figure about 100 ft ahead, and started praying. "Lord if you trying to take me out tonight just say that. Nothing formed against me shall prosper chile." I made sure I had my gun as I pulled over, like a dumbass. For shame!

I got out my car and slammed the door shut before turning on my flashlight from my phone. I walked towards the person and shun my light on them.

"Are you okay?" I inquired.

They didn't say anything so I kicked them over. It was a dude. He looked malnourished as fuck. I could see his ribs through the torn up, bloody shirt.

"Shit, shit, shit. Why do I always have to have the wild life?!" I questioned out loud as I tried my best to drag the man to my car. Again, like a complete dumbass. I could just hear my bestfriend, Jayda, cursing me out.

After a brief struggle, I was able to put him into my backseat. His breathing was very shallow, as he still was unconscious.

I drove over the speed limit all the way to my house, scared that this man would die in my backseat, and I'd be charged with murder, overthinking my way into delusion.

I pulled up to my house and opened the backseat door. I pulled one of his arms over my shoulders as I dragged him into my house, and onto the kitchen floor. I ran and made sure my front door was locked, before running to my bathroom to get the first aid kit.

I ripped open his shirt, or what was remaining at least, and saw a slash wound, from what appeared to be a knife. While praying that the year of nursing school I took, came through, I began to clean the wound with hydrogen peroxide and gauze.

I grabbed the rubbing alcohol and dabbed the wound with a cotton pad. Using the sterile needle and thread, I sewed the wound close. I poured Scar Cleanser, applied that onto the now closed wound, and then bandaged it up.

The man, on my now bloody kitchen floor, was still unconscious. I knew it would be at least a few hours, or even days, until he woke up. I dragged him from the kitchen floor into my guest room, accidentally hitting his head along the way.

"Shit, Im so sorry. Oh my god. But to be fair, you are a stranger in my house. What if you're a serial killer, omg what if you're a rapist?! Chile I rebuke any and all negative energy and spirits that come with this man." I rambled as I took off all of his clothes and put him on the bed. And may I add, Mr.Mans is packing! Geez, is this sexual assault? Omg.

I went and grabbed some of my boxers, and some basketball shorts, figuring I'd go grab him a few things from Walmart, tomorrow. I grabbed some baby wipes and cleaned him off as best I could, before putting the clothes on him. Damnit, this is the weirdest shit I've done in my life, almost like a damn wattpad story.

I pulled the covers over him and said a quick prayer, hoping he wouldn't wake up, rob me, then kill me and leave my murder unsolved.

I went back out to my car, and grabbed my duffel bags of money, and locked the car up. When I came back in the house, I figured I'd do some research on the strange man after counting my money.

Coming out to $1,269 dollars, I'd say it was a good Wednesday night for me. I pulled out my MacBook, and entered keywords, hoping to find some clues about the man I welcomed into my home.

After finding literally nothing, I closed my MacBook and turned off the lights. I went to my room and got out some jammies, and walked to the bathroom.

I got in the shower, and lathered up, before rinsing off and repeating the process two more times.

I got out, dried off, and threw my dirty clothes into the hamper. I rubbed in some warm vanilla sugar lotion, and applied my Shea butter body cream and well. I put on my jammies and made my way to my bed.

I normally sleep naked, but with an unknown guest in my house I can be at least a little cautious. I plugged in my phone, and pulled up the chat of me and my bestie. I decided to tell her about my crazy ass night in the morning.

Andddddd that's a wrap!
Freeeee my mfn man!! 🙂