Snatched (August Alsina)

Chapter 23: Making Amends

The Next Day

I enjoyed the loneliness of only me being in my room, laying on my back on the bed with my arms folded behind my head as I soared through my thoughts, mostly about what happened with mama yesterday. When i had stormed out the house, I had immediately gotten in the car and had waited in there, not knowing what to do because I couldn't have drove off and left Melvin there... but I sure as hell wasn't going back inside.

Sure enough , Melvin had come out the house only moments later, quickly scurrying down the steep lawn and joining me in the car.

"What was that about?" He had asked, looking at me like I was some kind of psycho.

"I ain't gonna get a relationship back with her and put up with her shit" I answered, looking Melvin deep in the eyes, which genetically matched mine to some extent.

Melvin sighed. "She's our mama, August. She gave life to us and we gotta be here for her, no matter how we feel about it."

At those words, I still held my stubborness and kept urging him to drive off. Of course he argued and persisted, but eventually he gave up with another sigh and drove us back home.

Mama don't need Melvin and I, she'll do just right on her damn own.

After a while, my mind decided to change subjects and I found myself sinking into thoughts of Danielle and what happened the last time I was with her.

I shouldn't have told that girl my damn feelings I thought to myself shamefully, feeling a bit of embarrassment rise up in me. I'm not one to get easily embarrassed, but I'm starting to feel strong for this girl and being rejected by her... that effected me a little. Usually I don't give a fuck about a rejection (not that I've been rejected that much before - I'm a sexy ass motherfucker, I'm a ladies man); I didn't think I would this time. I was wrong.

A nigga gotta forget about her and move on though. She ain't like me like that... she prolly don't even like me as a friend after I told her about all the drug dealing type shit.

I let out a low, long exhale of stress and rubbed my hands down my face. I gotta make it up to this girl. She been through too much shit to have this secret added in and now I gotta at least try fix things.

I pulled myself up and shifted my body over to the side of the bed, taking in site of my keys over on my nighstand. I picked 'em up, knowing for sure what my next move gonna be.

30 Minutes Later

Danielle's POV

False alarm again I thought to myself, slowly standing up from leaning over the toilet for about half an hour. I've been feeling nauseaous all day and have had my points of feeling like I was really gonna throw up, but it hasn't happened yet. My stomach's been teasing me and now it's starting to frustrate me.

I moaned and made my way over to the cabinet below my sink, where I usually keep medicine. Maneuvering my hand around to dig through the shit inside the cabinet, I searched around thoroughly, but couldn't find anything.

Just fucking great I thought to myself.

I stood back up and closed the cabinet door when I heard a ring from my phone, which I'd put next to the sink before I got in position to throw up.

I answered the phone to Cliff's caller ID. "Hello?"

"Aye little lady, what's up?" Cliff asked over the phone.

"Uh, nothin" I told him. I decided not to mention how shitty I'm feeling today with my stomach and stuff. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm good knowin' I'm goin' on that date with you."