Yung' x Trigga Imagines

August's Angel

ANGEL

One day I'll find the courage to leave Marley, just not yet. I'm 19 now, but he's been taking care of me since middle school, when my mother ditched me for the streets. My father? Who knows where he is considering he's never been in my life in the first place. It wouldn't be fair of me to just up and leave Marley here by himself, when he's done so much for me. He took me in, gave me a place to kick it, and never asked for anything in return. But I pay the price every single day when he calls me "stupid", "worthless", and "weak". His words hurt me to my core and it began after my first year of living with him. I accidentally spilled bleach on the carpet and he blew a fuse. He was talking so fast at me and each word dripped with hatred. I didn't know how to feel after that, I wanted to leave, but he stopped me. He apologized and told me that he loves me and he never meant to hurt me. I agreed to be more careful from then on out. Little did he know, his yelling could be heard throughout our apartment complex. When I was taking out the trash, I was stopped by the guy who lives right next door to us. August was his name. I didn't know much about him besides the fact that he was a popular singer in our city. Alot of people pressured him to try to get in the entertainment business, but he politely declined every single time. He was easy on the eyes and he had enough tats on his body to tell a 6 hour story.

"You ok, mama?" he asked, eyeing me down.

I furrowed my brows, "Yeah I'm okay, why do you ask?"

He gave me a knowing look, "Do he always talk to you like that?"

I knew he was referring to Marley yelling at me. "No, it was the first time. He was just really mad and I was being stupid and clumsy, that's all. He loves me, really." I smiled.

August continued to stare into my eyes, "Well, I'm always next door, if you wanna talk or anything, aight?"

I nodded, and promised that I would stop by sometime. When I got back to the apartment, Marley scolded me for taking too long, claiming that I must've been talking to some guy, which was true, but I didn't tell him that. He grew angry all over again, and I didn't get to eat that night.

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Now, two years later, shit hasn't changed a bit. I ironed Marley's shirt so that he could go to work and I could finally have some peace. Living with him has become my own little personal hell. I'm always on pins and needles, trying my hardest to keep him from being angry.

"Hurry the fuck up, Angel. Damn, I don't have all day," he said, staring over my shoulder.

I hurried up, no longer bothering to make the shirt perfect, I was just ready for him to get the hell on somewhere. He got dressed in a haste and finally left, leaving me alone with my sanity. Not even fifteen minutes after he pulled off, there was a knock out the door. Not just any knock though, it was a smooth ass beat and I knew it couldn't be anyone other than Mr. Alsina. I excitedly opened the door to him standing in the doorway smiling goofily.

"Hey bestfriend," he teased, sounding like a basic female

"Eww, Aug, never do that again, please," I said, before jumping on him giving him a hug.

"You missed a nigga?" He asked, carrying me into the apartment.

"Of course,"

He smirked, letting me down from his embrace. "So how you and Marley?" This question he asks every time he sees me and the answer is always the same.

"Fine, I guess, you already know how he is," I responded, plopping down onto my couch.

"Why you let him treat you like that?"

"Aug, I don't feel like talking about it. This is us time. So wassup with you?"

He shook his head and sat down next to me. "I'm good, I decided to let Camilla move in with me," he said, looking into my eyes.

"That's great, you guys are cute together," I mumbled.

"You don't have to lie, I know you don't like her," he said, chuckling.

He was right. I don't think Camilla is right for him what so ever. She's too high maintenance and prissy, he doesn't need that in his life.

I reached over to grab the remote off of the coffee table.

"Angel, what the fuck is that on ya back?"

I froze. My shirt must have rose up a little too high.

 "What?" I asked, playing dumb.

"That big bruise, where that come from? and you betta not lie,"

I wanted to break down and tell him the truth about how Marley finally lost his mind two days ago and put his hands on me for the first time. That he hit me with no remorse and still hasn't apologized.

Instead, I just cried. "It's gettin' worse, August. I don't know what to do anymore."

"I want you to come stay with me, I'll tell Camilla that I changed my mind."

I sniffed and shook my head. "I don't wanna be a burden to you. I'll figure out something..Maybe he'll change his ways. Maybe-"

His face grew angry and he cut me off.

"Listen to yourself, Angie. You making excuses for this no good nigga. What I said is final, I want you to come stay with me. You deserve so much betta."

I sucked my teeth. "If I deserved better, I'd get treated better. No good dudes ever look my way."

August cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look into his eyes. "How could you fix ya lips to say something like that? Let me show you how a nigga supposed to treat his girl."

I stared, shocked, as he removed his hat and wife beater. He layed me down and hovered over my body like he didn't know which part of me he wanted to taste first. His lips were only inches from mine and in that moment, I craved them for the first time. He rubbed them across mines before trapping my bottom lip between his own, sucking the cherry lip gloss off of them. It felt amazing and I was growing wet below, I know he felt it too, considering I only had on shorts. His eyes traveled down to my love box, and he looked back up, smirking.

"I got ya wet that quick huh? You might as well get fucking out ya head cause that's not gone happen. I just wanna make you feel good."

To be honest, I was disappointed, but I had to respect the fact that I'm not just a piece of meat to 

him. He lifted me up into a sitting position and turned me around so that my back was to him. I moaned as he began massaging my back, slightly above my bruises. He dug his fingers into my skin and the feeling was orgasmic. My mouth began to water as he lowly sung into my ear.

"Angel, my Angel"

He sang my name hitting every note perfectly. It all felt like a dream, no guy has ever taken the time to massage my body down or make me feel good in general. No doubt, I definitely wanted more from him, but I guess I would settle.

I stopped him, turning him around, "Okay, I'll come stay with you for awhile until I get back on my feet. I'm going to file a report against Marley as well."

"That's my baby," he said, kissing my forehead. "But I hope you didn't think we finished?"

I gasped as he flipped me back onto my back and went down below.