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"Game?" I looked at him. "You used to sell?" I asked.
He nodded in shame. "We had nothin. We were broke, and somebody had ta' bring some money home. We coulda' damn near starved so i decided ta' sell." He shrugged. "I came home one day with stacks of money and my moms got suspicious of whea' i was gettin it."
I nodded so he knew i was all ears.
"I dont know how she found out or who told ha' , but she found out and she kicked me out da' house. Das' why i been homeless for a while."
"Did you find a way to leave the thing?" I asked, obviously not knowing anything about all that selling.
"Nah, actually dey been lookin fa' me, but dey neva' found me." He replied.
That made my heart beat fast but i kept calm.
Wouldnt you be scared if someone in your house was on the run? Wouldnt you feel in danger too? Shit, I do.
"Okay august. Just promise me whatever you do, do not go anywhere without telling me where your going until you get comfortable around this area. I dont want it to seem like im babying you or anything but i just want to make sure your safe."
He nodded. "I promise."
I held out my pinkie
He held out his, and we locked pinkies.
We started laughing. "Childish" We said in unison.
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|| Grindin || An August Alsina Story ||
FanfictionAutumn Tiana Smith, born in Queens, New York, but raised in New Orleans. Poor Autumns parents died when she was only the age of 12. She was sent to New Orleans, Louisiana to live with her aunt, who had died of a heart attack when Autumn was 19. On t...
