Loveless || August Alsina

Chapter 7 -

The argument

I walked into the door at just past 10pm, to hear shouting.

"Well you never fucking helped me did you I did it on my fucking own!" June's voice boomed, bouncing off of the walls of our house.

"Don't fucking start that shit with me, I was a fucking kid!"
"So was I! What kind of fucking childhood was it at 17 while my friends were getting drunk and high, but I had to come and play parent to my younger siblings"

"I didn't take that from you June! That drunk driver took it from you so don't put the blame on me for you not making the same bad decisions as everyone else your age! I'm sorry you missed out on a lot June but so did I! Stop fucking feeling sorry for yourself" he raged, in an infuriated tone that mirrored June's.

"Can you both shut the fuck up with your petty fucking arguments" I stated stepping between them, trying not to release the tears fighting to arise to the surface at the mention of my parents' death. "Aj" I started, turning my head to face him "June did everything he could for us, stop sounding so damn ungrateful" he sulked at my statement. "And June" I turned to him with a sour expression

"Stop fucking willowing your despair and man the fuck up! Open your damn eyes to see that he's hurting, and he needs you- we all need you! You think we didn't want a better life? A happier one? An easier upbringing? None of us asked for this now why did this foolish argument even come about!"

I demanded rather than asked.
"This fucking idiot thinks he's a big boy, trying to run the streets like he knows what the fuck he's getting himself into" June shouted, clearly enraged.

At this point Omar had woken up due to the racket and came to join the family feud. "What the fuck man! What the hell is going on" asked Omar in a sleepy yet angry tone, why does this have to happen again?

"I know what the fuck I'm doing bro, your high and mighty ass always complaining I never fucking contribute, yet won't let me get a job so I focus on school! I don't know how to fucking win with your dumb ass!" AJ screeched, clearly wounded by the memory of his brothers complete disregard for his emotions- running the streets wasn't his scene, so he must have really wanted to please June to take such a dangerous path.

"You don't have to fucking please me! I try to give you what you want but you just throw it back in my fucking face! Even Omar been acting out and I'm not Dad I can't handle all this shit"
"Don't bring him into this June" I warned, noticing Omar's fists ball at his sides in fury.

"Y'all don't even appreciate me!" June vented to no one in particular.
"Of course we do" I counteracted his false statement "We are grateful for each and every thing you've done for us, but reciprocated gratitude would be necessary June, don't carry on this empty argument when you know damn well that we try just as hard as you do! " I vented back, still somehow managing to keep my tears at bay.

"If I need to make my money I will! You ain't gotta fucking like it but it's a bit hypocritical coming from your thug ass!" Aj growled, clearly at his limit with the argument.

"This wanna be ass shit you got going on is what gonna land you 6 feet under with Quincy!" He bit back at Aj, whose eyes welled with tears.

"June!" I exhaled, as my heart shattered and my face mirrored Aj's tear stained cheeks. He immediately regretted his words, but it's too late. He could never take them back.
"You fucking prick! Don't speak on my brother like that! How could you!" screamed Omar, as he bolted up the stairs to his room.

"You fucking wrong for that man, you messed up" Aj exclaimed, as if June's words from moments ago extinguished the flames of Aj's fury, leaving behind no energy to counteract his heartlessness.

He walked away with his head hung low as I stared at June with his head down as he punched the counter top, causing multiple cups and plates to fall to the ground and shatter.

"Maya-" he started, once he realised I was still in the room with him. I held my hand up to silence him, indicating I had nothing to say to him.

I jogged lightly over to August's dimly lit room and knocked on his window- not in the correct mind frame to talk to Sheila about tonight's events. No matter how mad I was at June, I would grant him the satisfaction of telling her his side, because I know what she's like in these cases, and I don't need more drama tonight.

He rubbed his eyes as he walked like a zombie over to the window where I stood. As soon as he caught sight of me in my frantic and emotional state, he swung the window wide open, pulled me in and embraced me. I cried into him as I told him about what the events entailed that led me to this position, and he cried with me. I know this is an equally sensitive topic for him, as we both spewed our heartbreak over the situation once again.