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AUGUST drove all the way home, more like raced home. He had to get out of there, it felt like he was being strangled just sitting that chair. He was tired of all the questions, everyone looking for answers he'd never be ready to give and he was tired of explaining himself. It irritated him to no end because he just wanted everyone to move on and let it go. Let bygones, be bygones. It's like everyone he turned, they wanted him to spill his heart and no matter how badly he thought he could and that he wanted to, to give his brothers a peace of mind? He couldn't stomach it. He couldn't stomach being perceiving in another light, different than the light he built up for himself. August couldn't face them if they knew what he truly was, what had truly been done to him.
August parked his car in his driveway, quickly getting out as he walked up the steps of his porch unlocking the door. He got in slamming the door behind him, not bothering to lock it. August sighed deeply kicking off his shoes as he dropped his keys on his coffee table and went directly towards the kitchen. He needed something to drink, something to take all this edge off. He felt like his head was about to explode and everything at the moment was pissing him off. Even work, August safe place had always been work but recently? Everything annoyed him, including that. He found himself snapping at his CEO and in the first time ever since he's worked there, he had got written up.
That just added to August stress and troubles, his life, the life that he created for himself was cracking.
Cracking for a nigga that he hadn't seen in years, that was already dead and gone.
Even from the dead he had that much power of him, he hated it. Disgusted by it, and even more disgusted with himself for allowing it to get to him.
August cracked open the new bottle Hennessy tilting his head and pouring a mouth full. He didn't even like Hennessy, he didn't even like drinking at all, he had too many bad memories associated with it. Tommy convinced him that a grown man needed a liquor/alcohol cabinet, not even for himself but just for company. August was glad he listened because it was coming in handy, August poured two more mouthfuls again and when he went for a third? He heard his phone ring.
August shoved his hands in his pocket answering the phone not even looking to see who it is.
"Hello?" August said into the phone.
"Hey, August I just wanted to call you and let you know that I'm heading your way." Natasha spoke softly into the phone, they had planned for Natasha to come over August house and they spend the day together and watch a movie right after August got done with therapy and Natasha finished up with work.
"Ok." August said dryly, Natasha could immediately notice August voice and how he sounded.
"August are you ok?" Natasha asked concerned, August stayed silent taking the bottle to the head before setting it down, wiping the excess off his mouth with the back of his hand before sighing.
