Hustle of a Single Father: August A. Story [FINISHED]

15 • Nine in the Afternoon

- August POV

"Babyeh!!" I semi yell foe her as I pulled tha' cova's above my head. I felt like a piece of shit.

"Coming, Aug!" She called back from downstairs.

"Urgh...oh shit!!" I shouted as I quickly got from unda' tha' cova's an' threw up in tha' near by trash can.

Whitney entered tha' room wit' a tray of food but stopped in her tracks. "Did you throw up again?" She continued walkin' an' sat tha'tray carefully on tha' bed.

"Yea...sowwy." I replied in a baby voice hopin' she wouldn't get mad. She handed meh a toothbrush ta' clean out my mouth.

"It's okay." She said rollin' up her sleeves an' took tha' trash bag out.

While she left, I tried ta' scoot over towards tha' food but my entire body was weak. I hated wheneva' I was ill, I felt so powerless. Whitney comes back an' I sit up foe her ta' place tha' tray on my lap.

"I thought yah dont cook?" I questioned her as she sat on tha' edge of tha' bed.

"I know the basics, Yung." She said as I picked up tha' spoon an' toke a sallow.

"This is amazin', baee." I stated before taking another one.

"Have you taken your meds?" She asked meh as I rolled my eyes. She reached ova' ta' my nightstand an' grabbed tha' two orange pill containers.

"Whit, I hate takin' 'em." I stated as she popped open tha' caps, she held out tha' two pills foe meh ta' take. Knowing I had no choice, I pop 'em in my mouth an' sallow 'em with mint/green tea she made foe meh.

"Chris's keeping Kay for the weekend." She stated as I got halfway done wit' tha' soup.

"Fine by me, Ion want her ta' get sick." I say as I turned on the TV to ESPN.

Whitney crawled in bed beside meh an' opened up her journal. Since tha' interview a week ago, she's been non stop workin' on some tracks. I couldn't be more proud of her.

"Whatcha' writin' luhh?" I asked as the TV went to commercial.

"Stuff." She simply answered , not making eye contact.

"Lemme hear." I suggested as she nodded and cleared her throat.

Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon. And we know that it could be
and we know that it should. And you know that you feel it too cause it's nine in the afternoon.

"It's only apart of the chorus. Is it bad?" She asked looking at me.

"Of course not, luhh. Yah like it; I luhh it." I answered with a smile. She kisses my cheek and continues writing.

Not long after, I got tha' sweats so she stopped an' went in bathroom foe a rag an' it wet. She placed it on my forehead before she dipped in tha' hall ta' turn on tha' air conditionin'. She put her book back unda' her pillow an' told me ta' lay my head on her lap. Rubbing her thigh while she played wit' my hair, I think of how lucky I am ta' have Whitney. These past 3 and a half months have been a lot but Ion regret anythin' foe a second. I started dozin' off.

"I love you, August." I heard her say before I went unda'.

Hours Later...

"Aug!! Omg!! Get off me!!" She yelled as I sat on her.

"Nahh, yah drew a dick on my face an' posted it...Yah gonna pay foe that fuck shit!" I yelled back, moving my ass towards her face.

"Yo, Ion eat ass now! You better go to Kevin with that nasty ass shit!!" She yelled before she gave my ass a good hard slap. "Eww, it jiggles!!" She busted out laughin'. I get off her an' threw a pillow at her.