Show Palace (An August Alsina Story)

Chapter 9.

// Months later, Charity //

"How you doing Charity, you look great!?" The dread head radio host ask.

"I'm good how are you." I smile, this is my first time speaking in months, I went ghost on everyone just to get myself together.

"See you got a haircut you looking nice!" He compliments me.

"Yes sir."I continue smiling. "Thank You!"

"So where you've been I mean we haven't heard or seen you since what August release party, and of course we heard about the news and all I want to say is I'm sorry for your lost I'm not a female but I can tell how hard it is!"

"Yeah, but I've been ghost." I chuckle, "I've been sick you know cause I had a mini stroke so I've been taking care of myself making sure I don't constantly stress.."

"Wow a Mini stroke?" A lady ask into the mic, she looks shocked.

"Mmmhmm." I cross my leg over the other and pull down my dress.

"But look at you, you're still beautiful!" The lady says, everyone agrees in the studio.

"Thank you!" I smile.

"But before you leave since you told me you were only going to stay for a second since you got other plans, so so uh where do you and August stand?"
He ask, I start to climb out the chair.

"You going to have to ask him that!" I chuckle and stand. I grab my purse and exit the studio, I'm trying to gain my life back. I'm working more now, I literally have to travel more with my son since I'm actually doing big.

I have to leave in a week or so for some work. I'm excited, I'm not worried about August. He hasn't been in my mind and I don't want him to be. He didn't care about the miscarriage so I don't care about him at all!

// August //

I sing in the studio, a dude walks in.

"Yoo!" I tell my manager to cut the music, he cuts my new single Hip Hop.

The guy says something to my manager.

"August ol'dude wanna holla at you right quick." My manager says, I put down the headphones and walk out.

"Wassup?" I look at em. My manager gets up.

"I'll be back in 5." He leaves, I sit down in a chair and so does the guy.

"I'm Orlando and I ain't come here with no violence or beef." The nigga says.

"Whatchu mean?" I frown a bit.

"Damati.."

"Yeah wassup?" I search for an answer.

"The baby ain't yours man, to keep it a band, her and I made a deal that if I let her say it's yours that I won't have to take care of it or even do that child support shit man." He says, I start laughing.

"I'm being punk'd right, the shows over where are the cameras?" I stand up and look around, I even open up the door.

"I'm dead serious bro, she even made me sign this contract." He pulls a sheet out, I snatch it out his hand and glance at it.

I chuckle for a minute, they must think this shit is a game. My life was ruined because of this.

I grab the guy by the throat from anger and slam him on the wall and hold him.

"Do you think this is a fuckin joke!!!!!????" I yell.

"No." He tries to breath.

"AUGUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YU DOING!!!!????" My manager and some of my team members run in.