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*1 year later - October*

*Los Angeles*

August POV:

Dis entire year...has been bumpy. After Alana's funeral, which was very private, it all went down hill. Including our relationship.

We, literally, argued until sun down. There were some nights she didn't even stay hea'. She would stay in a hotel. We'd go a few months without speaking. We haven't had sex in a year. Not to mention, she's gained a lot of weight. But, ha weight doesn't bother me any. Everything else is bothering me.

Things juss been off since then. And I hate it. As I was comin' downstairs, I noticed Mariah in tha living room wit a blunt and bottle of Hennessy in ha hand. Slumped over on tha couch. As usual...

I juss shake my head and go towards ha.

Me: "Renee..."

She looks up at me...

Mariah: "Heeeey babe..."

Me: "Why are you doin' dis ta yourself?"

Mariah: "Doin' what?"

I take tha bottle and blunt out ha hand, and she looks at me like I stole somethin' valuable.

Mariah: "Really?!"

I put tha blunt out and put the top on tha bottle. I sit next ta ha on tha couch.

Me: "You've had enough. You've been drinkin' entirely too much. You're drinkin' yourself ta death.

I grab ha face and she can barely focus.

Me: "See. You're already drunk...."

Mariah: "I'm not drunk..."

Me: "Alcohol is strong on yo breath, Riah. You're slumped over. Your eyes are barely open. You can barely focus on me! You've turned into a drunk. You're smokin' damn near everyday. You've gained all dis weight-"

Mariah: "Why does it matter ta you what tha fuck I do?! Huh!? Na all of a sudden you give a fuck!"

I juss look at ha. I put my hands up and walk away.

Mariah: "Oh, so na you don't wanna talk?"

Me: "Not wit chu actin' like dis. When Mariah is back...come holla at me..."

I hear ha get up.

Mariah: "No. Let's talk!"

I turn around and look at ha...

Me: "Fa what? You're not gonna comprehend or remember shit anyways. You're fucked up. If I'm lucky enough ta catch you sober...then we could talk. I'm not dealin' wit no drunk..."

As she's coming towards me, she trips over ha foot. Luckily I was close enough ta catch ha ass.

Me: "My point exactly..."

I help ha up and she tried ta gain balance.

Mariah: "Move! Get off of me!

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