Residuals (COMPLETED)

Chapter 53: Another Positive

Detroit, MI:

Austin blasted his Jesse McCartney singing obnoxiously at the top of his lungs as he drove to Monica's house. He was making drum beats on the steering wheel, and pointing at random drivers singing at them out the window, "It's a good day! You have a good day ma'am!" He shouted at a random lady on her porch before he pulled into Monica's driveway. He'd rolled his window up turning his car off, he got out making his way to Monica's front door. The door was open, he reached behind him grabbing his gun from his waist pushing the door all the way open making his way in. "Yo Mon?!" He shouted seeing the place torn apart like there'd been a fight or something. 

He'd looked around keeping his gun out in front of him, when he'd finally made it to her bedroom she was laying across the floor not moving. He put his gun down on the dresser rushing to her side, "Yo Monica!" He said shaking her, she grumbled barely moving he'd noticed an empty pill bottle next to her. "What did you do?" He asked her, he checked her pulse and once he felt she had a faint pulse he picked her up bridal style making his way into her bathroom. He turned on the cold water in her shower sitting her in the shower. He stepped into the shower kneeling down not caring about his clothes getting wet in the process. He shoved his fingers down her throat making her throw everything up.

"Just let me die," She spoke weakly trying to push Austin but he'd grabbed her head forcing it under the cold running water. 

"I don't wanna hear that shit." He said shoving his fingers down her throat again and she threw up again as he used his free hand to rub her back. "What the fuck was you thinking? You got kids out here Monica! They fuckin need you!" He yelled at her, and she began sobbing. He shoved his fingers down her throat again forcing her to throw up again, this time she didn't stop until she had nothing left to throw up. "Damn man!" He shouted getting up he made his way out the bathroom, he went downstairs making his way into the kitchen. He opened the fridge grabbing the jug of milk making his way back upstairs. 

He walked into the bathroom and when he entered the shower he kneeled down, Monica leaned back against him her head resting back on his shoulder. "What was you thinkin Mon?" He asked her twisting the top off the jug handing it over to her. She grabbed it drinking some of the milk before handing it back, he reached out turning the water off. 

"I was just trying to make this easier for everybody. I'm not even happy myself so why not?" She asked she'd sat there motionless as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Man you trippin' niggas still love you."

"Austin up until today I didn't even think you gave a fuck."

"Monica we been friends since we was 14 years old, a nigga could never not give a fuck. You did some shit though bro, and you won't even sit down and give niggas explanations. This shit came from left field niggas tryina wrap they mind around it and you not makin it easy. You don't get to take no whole bottle of pills and take the easy way out." Austin preached.