Another Alsina [SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 4

* Picture of Marcus above*

August P.O.V

I can't believe that I found her after everybody tried looking everywhere for her. I found her. My baby sister. When I was 8 years old mama always told me that I had a twin sister but she went missing and I never forgot. When I was 16 I decided to ask my mama about her again and she told me that my father took her from the hospital and left with her. All I knew was her name and it was Trinity Marie Alsina. I wish Mel just got the chance to meet her before he died. I wanna get to know her and find out what happened all those years with that bitch ass nigga then tell her the truth.

"What's your middle name?" I asked trying to be as calm as possible. "Marie? Why?" She had a confused look on her face. " Nothing I'm just trying to get to know you...you seem chill" "Well I'm not like these other strippas you trying to fuck plus I'm with someone." Well she definitely is my sista cause she gets snappy quick. "Nah it ain't even like that. You just look cool to kick it with." After I said that she calmed down a little. "Well what do you want to know...August."

Trinity P.O.V
I don't know who this nigga is but for some reason I feel like I can trust him with anything maybe he's just a trustworthy and loyal guy. Even though we all know that most of these niggas ain't loyal. He could also be one of Marcus friends that he sent to spy on me to make sure I was doing what I was supposed to be doing cause it wouldn't be the first time but I really doubt it.

"Well what do you want to know...August." I asked him. "Where you from?" "New Orleans." "Me too" he said. " I can tell by your accent and that you have the state tattooed on your hand." I said while giggling a little. "Oh yeah... well what about your family tell me somethin'." I always hated when people asked me about my family because I don't have anyone except my father who is barely even a father to me. "um... Well I don't really have anyone except my father. He told me my mother didn't want me because I was a mistake and that she was a drug addict. So, he took me to Atlanta with him because he was scared she was gonna do something to me."

He had a confusing look in his face, almost like he was trying to read me. I just continued talking.

"But my dad isn't any different either. He started taking drugs when I was a kid but it got serious when I was about 15 when he tried to hurt me, so I left." It's weird how connected I am with him but I guess it could be normal.
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Right???

He was about to open his mouth to say something but my dressing room door busted open. He stood there with anger in his eyes when he saw August.

"Oh God"