My Hustle and Lover: COMPLETED ✅

Chapter 24

August POV

Da past hunts me and is makin' it hard for me to have a future.

Sitting onna edge of my bed , I had my head in my hands and just got lost in my thoughts. Why da fuck my life gotta be like dis ? I didn't ask for none of dis shit. But then motherfuckas want me to apologize. Why should I apologize for da person I've become ? No one ever apologized for making me dis way. No one ever made sure I was straight. Not my mama , my brothers or sister , not even God. I feel he punishing me , for what i don't know. I ain't no saint but I aint a bad person either. Well I aint use to be. Can't really speak for now. My heart turned cold over da years of walkin' these streets. With Mel being da only definition of Role model dat I had , learning to be cold and show no remorse was easy.

My mama , I  can't say she wasn't there. Cuz she was just not there for me. It's like everything I did was never good enough. Never lived up to her standards. Growing up I was da youngest outta five , which is how I got da name "Yungin". Five kids with two different baby fathers and guess who da only one with a different daddy. My pops was on drugs most of da time. In and out my life til I was about 10 then my mama told me he OD'd. When he passed away I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger. I got no love for da nigga cause da  coward wasn't there. Mel and them doe , they had their pops. Every Christmas he would come with all these gifts just for dem and I had to watch while they had fun and my hands were empty all because my mama said we don't celebrate da holidays.

Oh but let's not for get my step pops. Dat nigga been around since I was like one but he was no father figure cuz he was on dat shit just like my pops was. Prolly still is too I don't know for sure cuz I aint seen da man since I was 16. He da reason me and my mama don't speak. Dat bitch was like a leach dat sucked da life outta my mama. Her focus became less on her kids and more on him.

{Flashback}

Walkin' inna house all da lights were out. I guess everybody sleepin' shidddd something I needa be doing. Droppin' my book bag onna floor by da steps I made my way into da kitchen trynna see if my mama cooked dinner. Instead of findin' my plate I found a note with my name on it.

"Since you come home late and miss dinner you don't eat Goodnight August."

Rolling my eyes , I threw da note inna trash and grabbed my bottle of water out da fridge before makin' my way back into da living room. Findin' my step pops going through my bag.

"Fuck you doin' man ?" I said scratchin' my shit from him.

"Come on Aug. I know you gotta hit for me. Hook yo pops up."

I frowned my face up in disgust as I took a step back throwing my book bag over my shoulder.

"You aint my pops nigga and I thought you was gettin clean man."

"I am I am I just need a lul taste."

"Nah man take yo ass to sleep." I sai

Makin' my way up da step. Before I could get half way up I felt dis nigga grab my book bag pullin' me back down da stairs , landin' on my back.

I took a quick look around before dis nigga was on top of me chokin' da shit outta me.

Fuck dis crack head nigga strong as hell.

"Just give it to my August and I let you up."

He choked me for a few more seconds before I got him off me. Standin' back up I threw my back bag across da room pullin' up my saggin' pants.