Yung' x Trigga Imagines

Everytime You Leave.. - A.A.

(Authors Note : I wrote this for my mufuckinnnn homieeeeee. Hope you enjoy it lol)

Nichole's POV

I watched him as he got ready to leave for another night. I swear this lifestyle is gone be the death of us, and by us, I mean me and August. Everytime I try to tell him he don't need to be out in those streets, he immediately dismisses the subject, claiming that we wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for what he was doing. But that's not true. I'm in school and doing art on the side. Im trying to make something of myself so we don't have to live like this and I always tell him he should do the same. But he's dodging the messages. It's not that I don't appreciate everything that he's done for me, but I want us to get it on our own.

"Aug, do you really have to leave tonight? I mean, forreal?"

He glanced over at me on the bed as I watched his every move. "Yeah, baybeh. Ya know I do." He fastened his belt and went into the bathroom.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, pulling on my curls. "You need to stay out them streets, bae. It's not for you!"

August came back into the room and slid his shoes on. "I'm not tryna have this conversation witchu, Nichole. Ain't no point. I already told you that these streets is all I have besides you. It's all I know."

Even though he claims he doesn't put the streets before me, I'm no dummy. If I was his first priority, he wouldn't even be thinking about slanging rocks. He would do what was best for himself and for us.

"Whateva, yo. Get the fuck out."

 I didn't mean to snap on him like that, but he pisses me off when he acts like slangin' is all there is to life. Like he can't get to the money with a 9 to 5 job like everybody else.

He glared at me like he wanted to slap the shit out of me. The intense stare was enough to make me look away. I've never been afraid of any man, but I don't like to tempt August. He don't play games and he'll put you in your place in a heart beat.

I saw him quietly count backwards from ten, before coming over, leaning down, and placing kisses along my jawline. I jerked away and looked out our huge bedroom window. He gripped my throat and forced me to look at him with lips parted slightly. "I don't know what the fuck's wrong witchu but you need ta' get ova' it. This trappin' shit is all that I have, we have, and you just gon' have ta' deal with it."

I nodded as he went to the nightstand and grabbed his gun, tucking it in the waistband of his jeans. He looked back at me before walking towards the door. "You know I love you, hold it down fa' me. Daddy gon' be back."

He smirked as I finally broke a smile, and then he left. I held my breath until I heard the front door close and the engine of his car start up. A few tears escaped my eyes as I realized I'd have to deal with another night of panic attacks, waiting for him to come back.

Aug thinks the only reason I don't want him to be in the streets is because he could get arrested, but there's more to it. Every night he steps out the door, I fear that he won't make it home. Every time I turn the news on, I fear that I'll hear them saying they found a young male with his body all shot up. I've never told him about how I be feeling because he always telling me that I'm his backbone. He's so sure that I'm the strongest female that he's ever been with, but he's never witnessed how I be crying all night when he leaves me for the streets.

I popped a few sleeping pills so that I could stay asleep until he got back. I refused to be up all night worrying, I'm sick of the shit. After a few minutes, my eyes grew heavy and I drifted into a slumber.