I Do. (August Alsina)

I Do, 7

Sarah's POV

"She's doing just fine, she just passed out from dehydration and lack of sleep. She fine though." A female said.

"Thanks." I hear a man say.

I hear a door open and close and I open one eye, confused by my surrounding.

Why was I in a hospital? Why did I pass out. I was getting sleep. I mean if you count small five minute cat naps, then yeah, but if not, I don't know what to tell ya.

"Man, I don't know what happened, shit, I mean I do know what, she passed out duh, but, I-I, uhh Lord, I guess, I'on know how to act in this type of situation. Man, I hope she's okay. L-Let her get rest Jesus, um, protect her, amen."

I open my eyes, staring at the beautiful man that just prayed for me. "Can you had me that cup of water?."

He jumped, holding on to his chest, "Shit, Sarah, you almost gave me a heart attack. Why aren't you sleeping, baby?"

"I don't know, I wasn't tired, Peter. I was trying to balance work and taking care of Christian, I guess it got the best of me."

Peter sighed, taking my hand is his. "You scared me, baby. I was calling yo name a hundred times and you just wouldn't wake up. When Aug called me in the room, all you was doing was screaming and clawing at our arms," he rolled his sleeve up to show fresh scratches on his forearm. "What made you act out like that?"

"I-I don't wanna talk about it," I whispered.

I don't think I could tell him him and a monstrous human being raped me, while my dying son was right there. The images looked and felt so real, I couldn't handle the thought of my baby boy dying or meeting or interacting with Raymond ever again.

"What do you mean? You gotta talk about this." He said, taking my hand in his.

"I—"

Come on, just tell a little white lie and move on. Who's gonna know?

I shake my head, blinking my eyes of the tears clouding them. "It's okay, baby, just tell me. I want to protect you."

I sigh, scratching my neck. "I can't talk about this, Peter. You can't pressure me to tell you either. I'll handle this by myself.."

He shook his head, obviously upset with me. "Pressure? I'm not trying to fucking pressure you, Sarah. This is because of our argument isn't it? I swear Sarah you selfish. You have people here like me wanting to protect you and you just shut us out. Sometimes, I really wanna smack the shit outta you."

I shake my head, shocked. "Peter, get out. I can't with you. You're going to quote, unquote smack me because I can't confess something to you. You're a joke."

"Fine, I don't give a fuck."He walked out slamming the door in the process.

I sighed, feeling the aftermath of everything. I finally feel the exhaustion and a brewing headache coming.

"Uh, knock knock," I turn my head to look at the door and in walks Christian and August.

I softly smile, staring at Christian. He was weeping softly in August's arms. Not going to lie, it's a beautiful sight to see. August look like he was handling Chris very well.

"Shh, yo momma right hea'. Look," August said.

He looked up and smiled big. "Mommy," He wiggled his way out of August's arms and gave me a hug.

"Hey man," I cooed, hugging him back.

"You okay? You went to sleep and when I called you, you did not wake up. You okay, mommy." He asked.