Thoughts| August Alsina
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"Where all this shit coming from, man?" August yelled as he looked down at his phone at the text Marie texted him. "You ain't never sent me no shit like this.""Well, I'm sorry I'm not the sucker of love that I used to be. I can't promise I will ever go back to being that girl. One thing I can promise is that there ain't no more using me."
"So, you think I been using you?"
"Let me talk," Marie scolded. "I used to love you like there was two of me, but you never appreciated me. I was never a really emotional unstable girl, but with you I found myself wanting to get away from it all at times. You made me want to hurt myself."
Marie closed her eyes and took a slow breath before continuing," I still can't believe that I let you come back after the way you hurt me. I don't know. Maybe I didn't learn the first time so I had to repeat the lesson. August, do you know how many chances I've given you to get it right? I'm not being sarcastic. I've been asking myself this and I still haven't been able to count. I don't think I have enough fingers or toes."
"You just gone give up everything we done grew together?" August asked.
"I'm not giving up anything. I've decided to put me first for the first time."
"Baby, I need you." August stressed.
"You don't need me, August. You want me. You want someone who's going to sit back at home while you do whatever you want to do."
"Come on, Marie. How can you say that shit? Girl, I need you, aight? I don't want to spend the rest of my life with nobody but you."
"If you needed me, you would've done the things you needed to in order to keep me." Marie slid on her glasses and walked away from August. She exited his extravagant home and his sinful life.
Marie felt free. With August, she had walked through hell looking for heaven, but she'd finally found Heaven within herself. In a way, she was grateful for August. She'd learned to love herself more than she ever had.
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