Toxic (COMPLETED)

T: 2

Lyric Bailee Zhiloh

"Watch where you're walking next time, boo." I said, slightly mugging the girl that had walked past me and bumped me.

"Girl, bye. You then got some balls since your nigga cheated or some?" The girl asked laughing. "Don't get tough with the wrong one." She said, causing me to laugh. She was 20, still in high school. Her name was Sasha, and she stood at 5'9 to my 5'7 frame, but she didn't scare me.

"Nah, you don't get tough with the wrong one. Like, why are you still here, shouldn't you be somewhere taking care of your kids?" I asked with my hand on my small hip. She raised her fist and swung at me, but I immediately dodged it, as her friend started holding her back, causing me to chuckle.

I just pushed my bag farther on my shoulder and proceeded out of the building of the school. I was ready to get home eat some food and lay down in my bed.

I grabbed my headphones out of my small purse and plugged them into my phone, since I would have to walk home alone.

I went to the app, Musi, on my iPhone since I didn't feel the need to pay almost $2.00 for one song and played my Kevin Gates playlist.

As my converses hit the concrete, I sighed and thought about my ex-boyfriend Ryan. I low-key missed him, but I was a dummy for no one. I was never going to let anyone else play me.

Just thinking about what he did to me, made me angrier by the second. Like, did he not realize what he had? I could have so many hoes if I wanted to, and honestly, that was exactly what I was going to do.

I unlocked my phone and went to my Facebook's Messenger. I looked at all the boys whom I had ignored because I had a boyfriend, and decided to text them all back with a 'hey ❤️'. Before I knew it, texts were flying in like crazy, which caused me to smirk.

I continued replying to all the guys, next thing I knew, I had made it home. I was so glad, I grabbed my key out of my small bag and used it to open my front door.

As soon as I walked into house, I smelled chicken and it smelled sooo good. I jumped for joy knowing that I wouldn't have to eat pizza rolls or Ramen Noodles.

I walked into the kitchen, hearing my mom and one of her friends gossiping at somebody at their job. That caused me to chuckle.

"Girl, I didn't even hear you come in." My mom said holding her chest, startled. "The food should be done in like an hour or two, get your homework done while I'm cooking little girl." She said, stirring the collard greens in the pot. I smiled and nodded, rolling my eyes in my head.

"Hi, Simone." I said to my moms friend, who was sitting bat the table, drinking liquor and looked to be rolling a blunt. I felt like messing with my mom, so I walked over to the cabinet with cups and pulled one out. I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out Vodka that they were drinking. She cocked her head to the side and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Girl, if you don't put that shit back I will beat you till you are black and blue." She said snatching the bottle from my hands and slightly shoving me, causing me to laugh.

August Anthony Alsina

I sat in my dark room and stared at the wall. This was my life, this is what I did when I was at home. With no family and no friends, I didn't have anything to do. This is exactly why I busied myself with work.

I grabbed my phone and decided to text some of my family. I was tired of the dark places in my life. I decided to text Chandra first since I really missed my nieces.

Hey Chandra. I was texting to check on my babies. How are they doing? How are you doing?

I sat back and sighed, hoping for a reply back. A few minutes later, the message said read.

Chandra: They're doing fine, August. You would know that if you didn't do dumb shit 😡!!

That text made me angry, they were still holding petty mistakes over my head, like they had never done anything wrong. Since they wanted to keep doing that, I would, too.

Dumb shit that I did when I was a fucking teenager!! YOU MAKE FUCKING MISTAKES TOO! Did you not have an abortion? And why did you do it? Because you were a teenager and you were immature! Don't throw something you can't catch. Done hitting you up. Fuck you! And when you need something, don't call me and don't text & y'all wonder why I am the way I am, cause y'all don't do shit but judge. Like yo shit don't stink too.

I huffed in frustration, they straight blowed me, they were some hypocritical ass people, and I was sad to call them my family. I decided to try my mom, hoping that the outcome would be different.

Hey, mom. It's me August. How you been?

Sheila: Now you decide to reach out, August? How long has it been?

What you mean how long it has been? YALL BLOCKED ME! YALL DONT CLAIM ME! Man fuck all y'all for real! I fucking hate y'all. I'm sitting here fucking depressed and going through some shit that I wouldn't wish on a man on this earth & y'all bringing up shit from YEARS ago! Let's not forget you was snorting crack up nose and shooting the shit up yo arm! Fuck you and everybody else in that fucked up and dysfunctional ads family! Done hitting y'all fake asses up, real talk!

I sat back in my seat, as the tears trickled down my face. This would be my last time crying ever.

I walked into my bathroom and looked through the medicine cabinet, looking for something to numb my pain.

I grabbed the pain medicine and popped two in my mouth, swallowing them dry, exhaling afterwards. Hopefully this would help numb the pain ...

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This was a pretty sad chapter 😪. I legit almost cried writing it.

How y'all feeling about this election though? I'm legit thinking about moving to Toronto 😝.