Monique Jordan fell in love with drug dealer August Alsina 10 years ago. She was 15, and he was 19.
One mistake changed the two relationship forever.
When the two cross paths again, do you think they'll be able to come home to each other or they'l...
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August
I walked back in the house, and Ahmad, Anya, and Amya followed me.
"How tha' fuck did she get here bra'?" I asked Ahmad.
"Caught a flight I guess man." Ahmad said. "Ayo sisters, let me have a one on one with August real quick."
"We was finna leave anyways. Y'all be safe, and August I know you and my sister aren't good right now, but don't do anything stupid." Amya said.
"Yeah, cause she's still our little sister whether we like it or not." Anya said.
"I got y'all." I said.
Once Amya and Anya walked out my door, me and Ahmad walked on the back porch, and we sat down. We rolled up, and we smoked and just enjoyed the fresh air.
"Let me ask you something Aug....Would you at least consider having a real conversation with Monique?" Ahmad asked me.
"Nah." I said bluntly.
"Why not Aug? Like Mya said, that's our little sister, and your first love. Regardless what Monique put all of through, she's still the mother of your child, and you can sit here and try to act like the feelings aren't there, but trust me. I know what it feels like to be crazy over someone, and you don't know what to do about it. We all been there Aug." Ahmad said taking a hit of his blunt before blowing the smoke out.
"..........ya' right bro." I said accepting the truth.
"You gotta do something about this August. We can't continue to have this go down like this. I know our family got issues with Monique, but that's between us. You and Monique need to have an one on one on what happened in the past, and how are y'all going to get through it." Ahmad said.
"That's tha' thing dawg, right now is not tha' time fa' me ta' be talkin' ta' Monique. I can't face ha' like I used too man. When I look at Monique, I see an opp, and ya'know I'on fuck wit' opps." I said being truthful.
"Understandable Aug. I get it, but you're saying this out of anger. It's okay to be angry. It's okay to be upset. But it's not okay to make my niece pay for it. And it's not okay for you to be turning into this dark and cold heart person." Ahmad said getting up.
He dapped me up, and he gave me this card that had this therapist name on it.
"Who dis?" I asked him.
"Her name is Sonya Thompson. She's the best therapist in New Orleans. She's the one who helped me get over Brianna. Remember how I used to be in a dark place for what she did to me. I wanted to cause hell into her life, but it wasn't the person who I needed and wanted to be. I'm not telling you when to call her, but you need to give her a call. She'll help you big time bruh." Ahmad said.
After he left, I put her card on my dresser, and I glanced at myself in the mirror. My eyes were all puffy from crying, and my hands were covered with glass marks cause I decided to throw glass everywhere. Ahmad is right though, I need to get my life together cause a nigga can't keep living like this. I got to move on.
