𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

18.

Four days later.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch." Top slapped across the face of a girl who laid on his basement table, currently crying her eyes out and he hadn't even did anything yet.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." He repeated in a low tone, pulling at his dread, his eyes dark, low, and red.

"You keep fucking crying I'm finna give you somethin' fa' to cry fa'." He mumbled, and her cries became louder, not knowing what the threat meant.

He grabbed a box of nails and his hammer, walking to stand over her. As soon as the nail touched her skin, she began to scream in fear. He hit the hammer repeatedly against the nail, piercing it into her skin as she screamed.

"Ima nail yo fucking tongue next bitch be quiet." He hit her in her mouth, shattering one of her front teeth, and she cried out, a throbbing sensation in her mouth.

"You don't fucking listen!" He yelled, hammering her face in, watching as it began to pour blood, continuing to hit it until it flattened, the bones in her face shattered.

"I don't fucking listen." Kentrell mumbled to himself, sighing in frustration.

He looked down at the girl who's face was bashed in, now dead on his table, sighing again. He was beginning to hate this.

He pulled his bloody shirt off, throwing it into the fire pit, watching it burn.

He counted his steps as he walked out of the basement, closing the door behind him and walking upstairs to his room.

Kentrell took a hot shower, before getting dressed in his boxers and a pair of sweats, climbing into the bed of his dark room.

Pondering the thought of if he should cut his skin, he decided against it, instead grabbing a bag of pills from his top drawer.

Looking through the ziplock bag of opioids, he wondered which would get him the highest since he'd already smoked two blunts that were laced with fentanyl.

He grabbed two OxyContin pills, swallowing them dry, then grabbing a bottle of codeine cough syrup.

Jogging downstairs to get a styrofoam cup, he walked back in his room, pouring the syrup inside along with a can of sprite. He dropped in some blue jolly ranchers to sweeten it, because he hated the bitter taste-but loved the high.

His phone rung as stirred it together, and his low eyes dazed at the screen, reading over Nylah's contact.

"Bootybutt." He mumbled after answering, chugging from the cup instead of sipping it, which was the less dangerous way.

"Hey baby. What you doing? You didn't text me back." She said, and he licked over his lips.

"Nothin'. I didn't see it mama. My bad." He rubbed his eye, drinking more of the syrup mixture, the room lightly spinning.

"Are you okay? Why do you sound like that?" She asked, hearing him slightly slurring.

"Why do you sound like that?" He retorted, mocking her strong accent, making her laugh.

"I'm serious asshole. Answer my FaceTime please." Her perky, yet soft voice spoke.

Kentrell grabbed his phone, feeling like everything was moving in slow motion as he clicked accept on his screen, dazily watching as it connected.

"Kentrell, why do you look like that?" She frowned, his eyes low and stained a dark red, his pupils damn near pitch black and his mouth slightly agape.

"You so beautiful. I be fuckin' up wit' you baby." He mumbled, his voice slurring.