Half Way There

January 9

August POV

I'm staring at my father across the table. Brooklyn and China went to go to the hospital with their brother. They said they would call me as soon as they heard any type of information about him. My father asked if I could sit in the interrogation room with him while the police were doing other things. I refused at first. But then the police said that my father wouldn't calm himself down well enough to sit in the room by himself. So, I was forced in there. They offered to buy me foo. But I didn't want to eat right now. Don't know how I feel right now. I'm hurt. Angry. Upset. Idk what it is. But I knew my father messed up for the last time.

When I was younger my father used to be like all the other kids fathers. He was once married to my mother. He never drunk alcohol. He never did a lick of drugs in his life. Until I turned 9. When I turned 9, he went to jail for drug possession. I only remember this because my real mother died that same month he went to jail. It wasn't anything like cancer. Or any other type of disease. Unless you wanna count drug addition as a disease. She ODed on Coke. May I remind you, I was only 9. So once my father went to jail and my mother died, I went to live with my mother's sister. From there that's how I became the player type. But that's a whole different story.  

Once my father came back out of jail, I lived with him once again. I was 13. I had so many side chicks. and girlfriends by then. At first my father disapproved of my new lifestyle. But it's something I couldn't change. It was installed in me by then. So that's when my father started going into the dating scene. He dated and f*cked a lot of women. Until there was Brooklyn's mother.

I met her when I was 15. I knew she had kids, but she never told me their names. I never asked. My father and her were dating for a couple of months until I learned that my father cheated on her. I texted her the information only because she is a very nice lady. I didn't want her to be hurt. After that, that was the end to their relationship.

After their break up, my father did a lot of martial arts things. It was his way to vow that he would hurt whoever told Brooklyn's mother. But I never told him I did it. But I knew that he knew. According to him, he knew everything that goes on in the house.  

He did this before, where he had revenge on an ex girlfriend. But it was this serious. He only keyed her car. And busted her windows. And stole her money. And... well, her whole car. But if it makes it any more better, he gave it back to her brand new. With her stuff still missing. I'm surprised they got back together. They're both crazy af. So I guess it works out.

But back to us sitting in the interrogation room. We were sitting there for an hour. Quietly. Tired of the awkward silence, I put in one of my ear phones and played some music, then my father decides to talk.

"I didn't know you knew Brooklyn."

"I only told you 4 times." I replied. He chuckled.

He kept talking. But, I wasn't focused on him. I was trying to listen to my music. I was listening to Lil Dicky ft Fetty Wap and Rich Homie Quan $ave Dat Money.

"You can't ignore me forever." he said. I glared at him.

Watch Me. I thought.

I continued to ignore him. Like him saying something would make me talk to him. There was a knock at the door. I looked up to see my grandmother. Who I haven't seen in a lot of years. It's only because of my father. He thinks that my grandmother will end up doing what my aunt id to me while I was living with her.... Which I won't bring up right now.

My grandmother had on the shirt with my mother's face on it. It said Rest In Peace Angel.

That was my mother's name. Or what they called her. Because if I remember right, on her tombstone it read Coretta not Angel. But that was a long time ago. So I wouldn't remember.

I stood up and hugged my grandmother. "Baby. How've you been?"

"I've been better."

She looked over at my father. "I could tell. Let me talk to your father. Ok? I love you."

"I love you too." I closed the door behind me and walked into the offices. The police all looked at me and smiled. "Am I allowed to leave?"

One lady came up to me. "Mr. Alsina?" I cringed. Thinking of my father when she said that.

I smiled. "Please just call me August. Mr. Alsina is my father." I muttered the last part.

She smiled. "Well August, I just wanted to inform you that you are going to stay with your grandmother. "

I stared at her. "What do you mean? I'm 17. I can stay by myself."

"You can.. But it seems as though your father hadn't paid your rent. So you cant stay there."

I stared at her. "What if I stay with a friend?"

she looked at me. "Like who? I would have to speak to their parents. And make sure they are able to house you as well."

"Brooklyn Hurd. I go to school with her."

An Hour Later

I was outside her brother's hospital room as the lady spoke to Brooklyn and her mother. Then they all came out.

"August, as long as you follow rules.. you can stay with us." Mrs. Hurd said.

"Thank you so much." I said hugging her. And then I looked at the lady who spoke to them. "Thank you. For everything." I hugged her. Then she left. I saw a bunch of people coming towards the room. They all looked like Brooklyn and Boston and China. It was 2 girls and a boy.

"Catalina, Cheyenne, and Trenton meet August." Brooklyn said smiling.

They all shook my hand. "Are you named after August because of your birth month?" Trenton asked.

"Nah. My mother really liked the month August."

"Why doesn't she like it anymore?" either Catalina or Cheyenne asked. (Twins)

"Because she's dead." I answered looking down

"I'm sorry." The other twin answered.