My Turn.

My Turn: The Pressure.

My Turn (3.): The Pressure.

I slowly trotted my way into the house behind Sebastian already knowing for a sure fact that I was being ignored. He hadn't spoken to me (or anyone for that matter) since the incident between he, Kam, and I. Walking into the kitchen, I noticed August leaning against the island on the phone.

"Nigga, do you hea' me?" he exclaimed. "You is not comin' to visit her! End of story."

He must've been talking to Daddy. I got a little excited because I hadn't heard from him in about a week or so. In that same week August and I didn't exchange a single word-- why, you ask?

We're moving (again).

This time, we're moving to New Orleans, Louisiana. I mean, it might be fun, but I don't wanna go! I barely like it here, in Atlanta.

"Aight man, you talk to ha'. I'm done."

He handed the phone to me and left the kitchen and went upstairs. "Hello?" I said. "Dad?"

"Hey, Li Li. How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"You and Bash doing alright?"

"Yes and no."

"No? Why 'no'? I swear if he's hitting you-"

"Daddy, no!" I said loudly, "One of his friends tried to cop a feel and Bash caught him and now he's angry at me." I left the part about him calling me a bitch out, because Daddy would be on the first flight out here faster than you can say Tremaine Aldon Neverson.

"Oh. Who was he?" Daddy has his ways of knowing who all we talk to at school. From Chanel and Bri all the way to Pryce and Rico, he knows everyone in our friendship circle.

"Kameron."

"Kameron, eh? The one with the braces?"

"Yes Daddy." I said.

"Aight, I got somethin' for him. Otha' than that, how are you?"

"I'm good." I smiled slightly, "I got straight A's on my report card."

"That's my girl!" he cheered, "What'd Aug say?"

"He's not satisfied but what's new?"
Since the evening when August caught me and Sebastian skipping school he's stopped caring about Bash's actions and almost breathes down my throat, and he's never happy with my decisions.

"Alisha!" August yelled from upstairs.

"Hold on Daddy." I said into the phone, before answering August. "Yeah?"

"Hang up the phone and come here."

I rolled my eyes before saying my "goodbye"s and "I love you"s, then went upstairs. On the seemingly long walk upstairs I heard August scolding Sebastian about today's event along with the other wrongdoings he'd found out about.

"Come in hea'." he gently grabbed my arm and pulled me into Bash's room. "Now look," he sighed. "This here issue got to go. I'on get why y'all so untrustworthy of each other when y'all got history. So hea's what's finna happen: y'all ain't leaving this room 'till y'all make up."

Sebastian groaned dramatically. "Oh my God." he said, "That seriously isn't necessary."

"Oh, but it is." August replied cockily, then looked at me. "What'chu got to say?"

I shrugged. "Frankly, I don't care. Let him believe what he wants. I've done my part in being honest but he's too ignorant to believe that his best friend forced himself on to me when I'd tell him."

"Well it's kinda hard for me to believe you since you were being a hoe the first two months of our relationship." he mumbled.

"I'm sorry? Say that again." I cut my eyes at him. "I dare you."

"You heard what I said, hoe."

"Aye!" August butt in. "Chill, Bash."

"Nah it's completely fine, seeing that despite how I was a hoe you still wanted to date me."

"Yeah, 'cus I was tryna get laid."

"Excuse me?"

"When I first met you, I was always hollerin' at you because I was wantin' to hit." he rolled his eyes. "But a year passed, and I still ain't get that so.."

"So what nigga?"

"I don't know what we together for."

I quickly stood up and slapped him as hard as I could. I glanced to where August should've been, but he had left before things got heated. He angrily stood up and grabbed my shoulders. "Don't fucking put your hands on me, bitch."

"If anyone's a bitch it's you, bitch."

"Watch your mouth when you speak to me."

"You're not my father and you're barely a boyfriend. You're nothing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I said, "You ain't nothin'."

He shoved me to the wall, and pinned my wrists over my head. "How 'bout now? I know you want me."

I thought back to what he said and how he was trying to get with me. "No I don't."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I don't want you." I mumbled as he tried to trail kisses along my jawline. "Actually, I hate you."

He stopped what he was doing and looked me in my eyes but something was different in his. "Say that again?" he growled lowly. His light brown eyes darken to a more scary, darker shade of brown.

"I hate you."

His dark brown eyes turned black as he grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me to the floor with a loud "thud" sound.

"Get up." he challenged. "Get up!"

I tried to stand but staggered due to my head hitting the hardwood. He roughly grabbed my upper arm and pulled me to my feet. "Unless you want this to happen again, watch your mouth." he grabbed the hair on the back of my head while saying this. "Understood?"

I nodded, too dazed to talk.

"Speak."

"Yes."

He let go of my hair as I started to tear up from the pain. "Clean this mess up."

He pushed me again this time stepping over my fallen body and leaving the room. I looked at what he meant by "this mess", also known as my blood dripped onto the floor. I lightly touched the back of my head with a shaky hand and noticed it was covered in red. The saliva in my mouth started to thicken and taste nickel-like. Spitting some out, I noticed it was also red. I felt my eyes begin to cross and objects started to double and triple. I closed my eyes and fell into a pool of darkness.