This is the trilogy to 'This Thing Called Life'. This story will involve real life situations. So that means, it will be a more serious outcome to this. But...there will also be a little humor.
Some will relate. Others won't. And that's completely u...
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Kayla 👆🏽 (Hopefully y'all remember her because I lowkey forgot about her 💁🏽♀️. To be honest! Anyways! Enjoy this chapter 😁!)
Kayla POV:
I just landed in Cali. Tha only reason I'm here...is because August hit me up. I found it a little strange he did. Plus...I have some of my own business to tend too before I head back to Alabama.
As I got in tha taxi, he told me to come by his home. I just hope and pretty his little girlfriend isn't there. I'm glad he hit me up though. I don't like how things ended between us. So, I kinda want to get on good terms.
When tha driver gets in, he turns around and looks at me.
Driver: "Where to?"
I give tha address and he nods I can only imagine how this is gonna go...
*Aug's home*
Tha further I get up his drive way...tha more nervous I become. Its been a long time since we've last spoken. And it ended horribly.
He stops tha car and puts it in park. He gets put, opens my door, then grabs my bags from tha trunk. After tipping tha driver, I grab my bag and go up to ring his doorbell.
After waiting for awhile...he opens tha door. Tha first thing he sees are my bags.
Me: "I didn't go straight to tha hotel. I came straight here. I have an Uber set to take me back..."
August: "Oh, 'iight..."
He lets me in and I set my bags by tha door.
Me: "So wassup?"
August: "Been a minute since we've spoken..."
Me: "Yeahhh. Well...we didn't end on good terms. You were kinda pissed at me..."
August: "Kinda is an understatement..."
Me: "Look. I will forever apologize for that. I didn't mean to hurt you, August..."
August: "Fa somebody dat didn't mean ta do somethin' surely succeeded. Dats my homeboy. Dat was real fucked up..."
Me: "I understand that. But, you were spending all your time with Mariah and that little girl...I rarely ever saw you. I felt neglected..."
August: "Mariah was having issues and dat lil girl is my daughter. She has a name. Don't get disrespectful because I still strongly dislike you..."
That took me aback.
Me: "And she couldn't handle those issues alone?"
August: "While she was pregnant...no. Dat would've been and was too much on ha. Plus, we had shit goin' on between us, too. But, I had ta be there fa my friend...."
