𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒈

2.

Kentrell in Media❤️

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Kentrell's Pov
Friday (3:17 P.M.)

I was riding down the road with my potna's, smoking some weed and discussing the next event for Azmariah. She's so beautiful man. We were following the tracker I placed under her car last night. That was a hard ass task too, her uncle kept coming out to smoke. Like damn, that Newport was not that good.

She was actually close by. I was in my black truck, seeing traffic getting held up for some collision in the road. The blinking dot for AzMariah's car was in the same spot where the collision was. I stopped the truck and quickly got out. I started to run quickly to the collision hoping that AzMariah was not involved in it. I could probably take her now before the cops come.

I neared the familiar white Hyundai Sonata, feeling my heart throb as my body was showered with fear. I saw blood and I saw black long hair peeking out from the passenger's seat. I knew for a fact that was not AzMariah, her hair is curly. The eighteen-wheeler's wheel was rolled onto the hood of the car, I went round and saw AzMariah barely moving in the driver's seat. Her eyes were low and the blood from cuts of glass running down her neck stained the golden chain around her neck.

I opened the car door and unbuckled the seatbelt from around her body. She had a little bruise on her left cheek from the airbag hitting her a little too hard. AzMariah was barely holding onto her consciousness, and I knew it would be hard for her to know that her friend was dead. Her friend's neck was positioned awkwardly and the car door went straight through her lower half.

Man, when I tell you that's something I cannot get out of my head, I mean it. I had on leather gloves to not leave any fingerprints and grabbed the pink note I had in my pocket and placed it on the armrest. I picked up AzMariah, her fragile body easily adjusting to my hold. I slowly started walking back to my truck, catching the body of the driver from the eighteen wheeler tangled up in a tree.

While I was walking, I could see my
potna's we're getting out of the truck and making room for me in the backseat. Jordan took up the duty to drive, I could tell because he got in the driver's seat. I heard a small groan as AzMariah's hand clutched my muscle.

"Wh-Who are you?" AzMariah said looking at me through her long lashes.

I didn't reply, I got into the back seat and held her close while I climbed in. I heard a loud cry, and that I probably hurt her side or her arm. I closed the door and held her body up, the bloody cuts from her face staining my white T-shirt.

I could feel her trying to sit up but I gently pushed her back down, "No, you need to rest. You're severely hurt probably on yo side and I don't need you hurting yoself more."

"I don't want to lay down," AzMariah grunts in a small voice. "There's more pain with my body like this." She said trying to sit up again.

I gave in and placed my palm on her back, "Slow."

"Shut up, I got this," AzMariah snapped moving my hand off of her back. "Now like I said before, who are you? Why does your voice sound so familiar?" She said looking at me.

"Guess, Ahzzy," I smirked emphasizing her nickname.

"How do yo—," A gasp from her sounded through the truck. "You'r-." Another gasp.

"In the flesh, baby." I laughed seeing her eyes turn the size of golf balls.

"Wait, where's Natasha?" AzMariah asked looking around the truck.

Girl I'm your kidnapper. Shouldn't you be acting out?

My smile faded and I looked away from her, the uncomfortable feeling pinching my body as I felt holes burning in the side of my face. I felt her skinny fingers turn my face towards her. How come she's not acting out like most girls, and trying to kill me with whatever she can find? I thought one of her fears was being kidnapped or stalked? What did I miss in the files?