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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Monique
Today was the day of Anya's funeral. Since we were in New York, we had the funeral in this church that didn't nobody go into.
I don't know how to feel about Anya being dead. When I saw her body in that bag, I already knew Kyree had something to do with it. And even if he didn't, I already had a gut feeling Anya was going to die anyways.
Hakeem is taking this death pretty hard. Anya was carrying his child, and now both the child and Anya are dead. He's been distancing himself from Amya, and Amya is giving him his space.
If anything, Amya act like Anya's death doesn't phase her, but deep down inside I know it does. That was our sister, and for her to be gone like that, I know it phases her.
"Y'all ready to do this?" My mama asked.
"I don't understand why we're doing this anyways. Shit don't even seem real." Amya said.
"Man, Amya have some respect. She was your sister and she's dead." Hakeem said.
"You're only acting like this because you slept with the hoe." Amya shot back.
"AMYA PLEASE. Not now." Anyae semi-yelled. Amya rolled her eyes, and left out the church. I rolled my eyes and looked at August who did the same thing.
"I think we should just cremate it." My dad insisted.
"He's gotta point." Ahmad said, and Akira who was beside him nodded his head.
"Where the lighter?" My mama asked, and I handed her a lighter. My mama looked at the casket, and we all gave Anya our last hug and kiss goodbye. My mama burned the casket and watch the casket go into flames.
Once it was over, we decided to leave the church. We all got into our cars, and we went back to the house.
In the car, I looked at August. Something has been on his mind for a while, but I just couldn't put my finger on it at all.
"Baby?" I asked.
"Wassam ma?" August said grabbing my thigh.
"Are you okay? You've been off a little bit today like something is on your mind heavy." I said.
"I'm good ma. I promise." August said smiling. I smiled, and laid my head back on the seat, and I dozed off.
August
I looked at Monique who drifted off to sleep that quick. I hate that I lied to her about what was wrong with me, but I don't want her to stress or be concerned because nobody knows.
I've always had brain cancer. When I turned 13, that's when it started. It would go away, and come back. I thought it was gone, but I can tell it's coming back because my body is giving out on me.
