Under the Influence

cuarenta y siete

Kiana St.Clair POV

In a situation like this, this is hard to console the hurt person. In this case, I am clueless to figure out  how to make my girlfriend happy. With all that happened, her mental state is not going to be here for a while. What Cheyenne did is the ultimate way to destroy the rest of the respect that August had for her. I believe any feeling, respect, kindness, anything that August must have felt is gone forever now.

"You want to go home baby?" I asked her.  August is still in the corner rocking with June still in her arms.

If that was me, I wouldn't want to let go of my child either. With the knowledge of what Cheyenne did, it leaves room to question what else was hidden during their marriage. Was Maddison the only one she cheated on August with? Is there more abortions that we don't know about? I don't even know Cheyenne like that, and she seems like a hoe to me.

I looked around for August's family ring because she never wants to take it off. That's one of the pieces of jewelry that she doesn't take off.

"Baby, I need to put June back in her carrier so you can stand up, and we can go home." I told her. August just shook her head no in response. "Okay, how about this. I'll let everyone know that you will not be back for a while. It's not up for debate later on either. Once I come back, we are going to be going home, so I'm gonna need you to get up in the meantime."

She just looked at me, and I believe she understands what I laid out for her to do. I grabbed my purse, and went outside of the office to find Cliff. Cliff is sitting at one of the empty back tables talking with some of the other employees.

"What's going on? We heard a lot of yelling, and never seen August look that serious." Cliff asked.

"Some bullshit. I don't know what to do with everything that was spilled. Not like a mess physically, but the information that was given. Look until August agrees with me telling you all, I actually can't speak on it. Aug is not going to be in for a long while. She is not mentally stable enough to manage a business, so for that I will be taking over. Cliff, you are the most important piece of it all. I need you to run this restaurant as if it was your own." I told him.

"It's that bad?" Ashley asked me.

"Sweetie, it's worse than bad. Just pray for us honestly. Well, like I said Cliff, I'm really trusting you with this." Cliff nodded his head, and I got up from the table. As I walked into her office, August was ready to leave as she held onto June's carrier.

The ride back home was one of the most silent rides I ever had. August sat in the back with June occasionally holding on to her hand. I think tonight I'm going to let her smoke and drink. I know that we made a deal on not doing any of that while June is still a baby, but she needs it.

"I can't believe she would actually do that. I could have already had a son or a daughter, but she just aborted my child. She could have at least talked to me about it." August mumbled to herself. I know that she was because she didn't even look at me while talking. This is my first time seeing her just mentally drained, and physically tired from all of this. I would be too.

"Do you want me to call anybody?" I asked her. She ignored my question while she is still mumbling to herself. I don't want to actually leave her with June. She isn't mentally stable to be around her at all.

Fuck I do not know what to do about all of this. I love August so much, but I never had to deal with anything like this. She is so...fucked up right now. Cheyenne should have kept that secert to her fucking self, and none of this would be happening right now. There is no fucking reason for her to even fucking try to be with August. It's obvious that August is done with her then, and most importantly now. That's her fucking fault that her feelings is ever more hurt now because of what she said.

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I called her mom first because she deserves to know. August isn't going to call anybody, and talk about this. She may not even go to her therapist sessions. She was pissed when I told her. Nia didn't take the news well, but she handled it better than August. Tyrese and Nia are both concerned about her health now. After I talked to them, her mom said that she is going to call Cheyenne's mom. I don't understand why they stay in contact, but from what August tells me, she was the only person that actually liked her. I wouldn't want to keep in contact with any of my ex-wife or ex-husband's parents.

I let Jevon and Jada know the situation at hand,and Jada is about ready to beat her ass. Honestly, I would love to tag along with it too. Cheyenne chose to let August's mental health reach an all time low. She created that sense of world in August that would bring her back to the beginning of all her problems. 

Lord, help me through this because this is going to test all my patience.

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September 12th

August still hasn't felt any better. She has just been sad, and I've been trying my hardest to make her happy. I'm getting pretty annoyed about all of this. This is just becoming something more than Cheyenne aborting their unknown child.

"Babe." I called her as I walked into our bedroom.

"Hmm." she hummed after moving the covers from over her head.

"You need to do something productive baby. All you have been doing is just staying at home. You didn't even celebrate your twenty-fifth birthday." I'm glad we didn't have anything planned for that day.

"I'm just not in the mood Kiana." See what we are not about to do is call me by my name. I'm not Cheyenne and will never be.

"So what is it? Are you still upset over Cheyenne? You're going to have to let that go, it happened days, and years ago." I said. That got a reaction out of her, and it does not seem like a good one.

"Does that make me feel better, no. I fucking had my first child aborted yo, and you expect me to let it go. You don't understand... " With that August got out of bed to just slip her sandals and hoodie on.

"Where are you going?" I followed her as she grabbed her money clip wallet, and her keys. Right before she grabbed her phone, I grabbed it before she did. "Tell me."

"Just give me my phone."

"August."

"You want me to do something productive right. So just hand my damn phone and I will."

A/N... Don't hate me, but I will be ending this book on chapter 55 or in spanish cincuenta y cinco. The chapters may be a little longer than usual if I do make them longer so yeah