|| Grindin || An August Alsina Story ||

1//Introduction

Autumn Tiana Smith

My name is Autumn, and i'm 20 years old. Let me tell you a bit about my past. I was born on February 2, 1995 in Queens, New York by a woman named Dahlia Marie Smith. My fathers name was Willard Carrol Smith Jr. My mother was bajan, and my father was fully black. I adored my parents as much as they adored me, however my mom and I were the closest because my dad was a dope dealer, and that leads to my explanation of how they died.

I was 12. One late friday night, i was in my room, trying to go to sleep, when i heard banging going on in the house. I slowly walked downstairs, and saw my dad on the floor with a bullet in his chest, blood all over the floor. My heart pounded at the sight. I hid behind a wall, when i heard footsteps, then someone lightly grabbed my arm, and turned me around. I was about to scream until i saw that it was my mom. She was teary eyed. "Okay Autumn, i need you to ta-" She was whispering quickly, until a man appeared and quickly shot my mom two times in her head. He shot another time, at me, but he missed. He tryed again. No bullets. "Shit." I heard him mutter under his black mask. He walked over to me, and grabbed my face roughly, pulling me to him. He bent down to my level, and whispered in my ear. "I'll find you." He said, then ran out. I've remembered his voice ever since. I ran to my mother, and felt her chest, where her heart was supposed to be. No beat. I panted, and cried. "No! Momma! Momma! Your not gone!" I cried into her chest, then kissed her forehead. "I never got to tell you i love you." I said. "Daddy!" I ran to my dad. Waterfalls ran down my face.

I grabbed the house phone, and called 9-1-1. They arrived a few minutes later, and took my parents away, placing me in a foster home, until they had further information on my parents. A day later, they pronounced my parents dead, and i was sent to New Orleans, Louisiana to live with my Aunt Cherrel. She took me in as if i was her daughter. Loved her to death, but she died of a heart attack when i was 19 years old.

Ever since then, i've been on my own. Couldn't afford college, but i put Aunt Cherrel's house in my name. The man that told me that he'd find me, never did. Well, not yet and i hope never. He's probably still wondering around Queens looking for me. Out here in New Orleans it's violent. So you just have to grind.

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