I N D U L G E N C E (August Alsina) Sequel The Second Chapter

7.[Where He Is Learning To Be Okay With The Ailment She Posesses]

[Phoebe----]

“Phoebe baybeh just open the door.” He spoke after his occasional pounding on the other side. I stood looking in the mirror, drying my face with a towel after I had washed it for the billionth time. I sat the towel down on the basin and looked at the door.

“Leave me alone and stop banging on the door before you wake Kaitlyn up!” I shouted to him.

I heard his sigh. “Phoebe I’m sorry. Just open the do’. You know i’m no fucking Prince charming Phoebe. I ain’t gonna be magically changed in a month. I’m workin’ on it.”

I sighed walking towards the door, leaning my forehead against it. I knew he was awaiting my speech, hoping I’d say something. I exhaled hugging myself before I leaned my back against the door.

“I know. But you don’t exactly try hard.” I whispered.

“Everyday! Everyday I wake up I try hard for you! You ain’t even wanna sleep in da’ same house as me for more den’ a weekend and you don’t think I feel fucked up on the inside?” He shouted on the other side of the door causing me to jump.

I know that this man, who says he loves me, has had a rough start growing up. Forget rough start, he’s had hell on earth and I’m probably not making it any easier on him. But I want what I want. And if I’m going to stay here and love this man he has to get rid of his anger, because I will not, live in fear that everyday there is a possibility he’ll come home drunk again.

I quickly turned around  ,unlocking the door pulling it back.

“Don’t you do that to me! Don’t you do dare do that.” I scowled, pointing my fingers in his face. “You did this to us! You!” I said loudly and he looked back at the bed to Kaitlyn, pushing me into the bathroom.

“Get off of me.” I tugged my hand away from him.

“I was trying to love you! Trying to let you take care of me and you’re the one who came home drunk, and tore me apart.” He stared at me like I was crazy, insane, off the rocks. My hands flew at his chest and the cannibal in me wanted a fight.

“Phoebe stop it.” He said quietly, but I ignored him and charging my fists at his body in so much frustration and  passion.

“I hate that you did that to me! I hate it!” I cried pushing his chest with my hands and here he was standing tall and still just letting me beat on him.

I stopped, and angrily wiped my tears with my forearms, as his t-shirt hung off of my shoulders. “Is that all you’re gonna do? Huh? Just stand there? Hit me back!” I roared, shoving his chest again but he grabbed my wrists tightly and scarily.

My hair covered my face and I flicked my eyelashes looking up at him. “Stop this shit Phoebe. You always doin’ this. I buy you a gift, you can’t say thank you. I ask you about ya real Moms, you neva wanna talk about it. I tell you to move in you fight me! What the fuck do you want for me?” He growled down at me and now the sorrowful little girl in me, just wanted to be held.