August Alsina Imagine Part 7

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by amourblee

by amourblee

August POV

Once he gets upstairs and sees there's an even worse mess of his belongings tarnished and left on the floor he starts to grow furious at the scene and steps over the mess to find you. A loud stench of bleach wreaking in the apartment leads him to where you are in a bathroom calmly pouring bleach on his clothes and sneaker collection, and he just loses it. "Bitch! Da fuck wrong witchu?" he spits angrily. "Do not come in here like you are so innocent, nigga you deserve this shit!" you begin. Most of his Jordans and Nikes are being ruined right at your purple polished fingertips, and some shoes are even limited editions, too. "I know you've been fucking around on me with other bitches, August so just admit it.

I looked through your phone and I seen those nasty ass text messages and pictures you were sending to your little hoes behind my back thinking you're slick. Also I talked to your side bitch Deelishis two hours ago and she told me everything. So yeah nigga, you're busted." "Hell you talmbout?" he asks though he knows, you know, he knows what you're getting at. "Stop playing crazy nigga, you know exactly what I'm talking about." "Y/N listen, I don't give a fuck bout that shit right now." he retorts, still concerned for his gear. "Don't you know how much all this shit costs? Why da fuck you in here fuckin' up my shit, you crazy bitch?!" he barks again. "Oh I got your crazy bitch, you cheating bastard."

you retort, swinging your forearm forward and tries to sling bleach on him next but he quickly snatches the medium sized bottle of bleach out of your hand. "Don't even go there 'cause I will fuck yo shit up ten times worse if you don't chill da fuck out and that's a promise." he states as untamed anger rises higher in his voice. "Go ahead so I can call up my boys to come fuck you up, I double-dog dare you." you say, walking up and taking steps to point a forefinger to his temple and leaves it there so he knows you're playing. "Look, don't start with this shit Y/N. Move your damn hand out of my face, I ain't playing na." he warns, trying to compose himself as he feels he's going to do something he may regret. "And do I look like I'm playing 'cause I sure as hell ain't." you shout, fed up with his bullshit and the next thing you know is your hand's pushing his forehead and his head jerks backwards. "Ooh you get on my damn nerves." you exclaim.

He isn't one to tread lightly of your pity bullshit, he's no one to be reckoned with either. His eyebrows are compressed, low row of teeth sinking into his bottom lip the instant he lifts his hands to your upper arms, clutches tightly and violently shoves you to the hanging towel rack that's on the wall behind you. "Thought I was playing? Put ya muhfuckin' hands on me again and see what happens." he threatens and you try to squirm out of tightened grip so when it doesn't work you aggressively compel your knee into his groin. "Shit." he murmurs, enduring the agony of the sharp blow to his manhood and he releases you then falls to his knees.

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