Instant Love ll: Second Chances {Sequel: August Alsina Story}

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*4 Months later*

Mariah POV:

I'm pissed right na. I really am. It's like...three in tha mornin' and Kirk had ta call me outta my sleep cuz August is throwed. Kirk and nem went ta club so dat tells ya a lot. Its been like dis fa tha last four months. Why? Ion know. So fa tha last four months, I've been doin' dis. But I'd ratha pick him up instead of him drive himself cuz dat wouldn't have a good outcome. I needa figure out what tha hell wrong wit dis dude. When I get there I park 'round tha back cuz paparazzi be in tha front. And dis wouldn't be a good look fa August. So I'm helpin' him out. When I walk in, I see August tipsy ass and a dumb broad.

Me: "Excuse me"

I push tha girl off Aug and she juss looks at me like I'm crazy

August: "Ha ha! You fell!"

Girl: "You didn't have to push"

Me: "I said excuse me. Na bye. Go be a hoe somewhere else"

She rolled ha eyes and walked off. I'm too tired fa dis shit

Me: "Kirk! Chris!"

Kirk: "Need help?"

I juss nod. Dey pick him up and carry him ta my car and put him in tha back

Me: "Thank you"

Chris/Kirko: "No prob"

I give'em a hug and buckle Aug up. I put him tha back fa two reasons: One. If he leans ova he can lay down. And two. Tha windows tented. All tha way ta my house, dude singin' bout weird ass shit. Spongebob. Flowers. Rainbows. Makin' beats on my seats. I'm lowkey laughin' cuz dis shit funny. When I get ta my house, I struggle gettin' dis nigga out my car.

Me: "Aug. You gotta cooperate wit me beybe"

He juss starts laughin'. Nigga grabbin' on my ass and shit. I hit him like a hunnid times. When I finally got upstairs, I put him in tha guest room. Ion wanna smell alcohol. I go downstairs and get some water and take it ta him. He can get Advil in tha mornin'

Me: "Hea' drink dis"

He drunk tha water and handed me tha glass. I went ta wash it and went back upstairs. When I got back ta his room, nigga was knocked out. I turned off tha light, closed tha doe, and went back ta sleep. I'm so tired

*Morning*

I woke up dis mornin' at ten. I did my hygiene shit, put on my black Adidas sports bra, VS panties, black Adidas joggin' pants, ankle socks, and my black Adidas shoes. I put on my body stuff, and put my curls in a high ponytail. I went downstairs and cooked August some breakfast, left two Advils and some orange juice. I heard my shower so I know he's up. I go ta my gym, plug my phone ta tha speakers and put it on shuffle and turned it all tha way up. I was exercisin' fa a good hour then August peeked 'round tha corner and came in so I paused tha music

Me: "Hey"

August: "Hey MeMe"

Me: "Can we talk?"

He nods and we sat on tha bench and I juss looked at him

Me: "Wassup wit chu?"

August: "Nun. I'm juss fine"

Me: "Ya lyin' and ya face shows it. Fa tha past four months, you been actin' crazy. Then on top of dat we argue fa no reason. Ova stupid ass shit. Like juss two weeks ago, you lost yo phone or whateva it was and you popped off at me. What's wrong?"

August: "*sighs* Dis tha month my brotha got murdered. I'm always like dis. When it gets closa and closa ta dis month, I drink and smoke til I get numb. As tha months pass, tha worse it gets. It's how I deal wit it"