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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It's been 2 weeks since Andre was pronounced dead. The family has been trying to process everything, and see who would kill Andre.
August decided to push the proposal to next weekend, and Brooklyn and her team completely understood.
The crew was at Monique's and August's spot trying to plan the funeral. They wanted the funeral to be Thursday, and today was Sunday so they had time to plan everything.
"Where's his body?" Anyae asked.
"The hospital has it. The funeral home will be receiving it on tomorrow so then on Wednesday we can go view it before the funeral." Mariah stated.
"Oh okay." Anyae said.
Anyae has been taking the death of Andre pretty hard. The last time they spoke was when she was humiliated in front of her family and Jessica's family that night. She hated how much she didn't get to say a single word to him after the fact. No "i love you", and no "goodbye". For days, Anyae tortured herself into not eating on a regular. Jessica just started making her eat again. Even though Anyae didn't want to, she did anyways.
"Is it going to be open or closed?" Monique asked.
"I say we do closed," Amya suggested. "The last funeral we went to was aunt Monasia's, and I couldn't hardly look at her."
"You right about that." Ahmad said.
"I hate that Keira, Taylor, or Tyrone wasn't able to come being that they were her family." Monique shrugged.
"Yeah well, life happens." Mariah said. She got up and she went into Monique's kitchen and grabbed her a cup of water. August and Monique stared at each other, and they decided not to say anything.
Mariah has been taking it day by day. She misses Andre, but she doesn't miss him at the same time. Her feelings varied at the simple fact that he's dead.
"Ma, are you alright?" Arandae asked.
"Yeah nook, I'm fine. I just need some fresh air." Mariah said. She grabbed her keys, and she walked out of the door. Everybody heard her start her car as she proceeded to leave.
"Mann, not another funeral." Amya said. "This shit is too much. Hell, we lost aunt Monasia, we lost Anya, and now it's uncle Andre. How many more deaths can we take to understand that this shit is getting out of hand."
"Mya what ya' tryna' say?" August asked.
"I'm saying that I want out." Amya admitted. "I want out of all of this. I don't wanna kill anymore because every time we do someone always gets hurt. I want out."
"She does gotta point." Laila shrugged.
"But think about it sis, them niggas we killed needed to be killed for a reason. Unless they gone kill themselves, them motherfuckas gotta die. And I' a resting until I find out who killed my sister and Andre." Ahmad said.
