I Do. (August Alsina)

I Do, 33

August Alsina.

"Trav, she left like thirty minutes ago." I said, puttin on ma Nike slides.

A nigga was worried ta say the least. I told Sarah nice ass not ta give dat nigga ha phone and fuck ha dumb ass do? Gave dat nigga ha phone.

And the way dis nigga explainin his shit ain sound right, so na I gotta go get Sarah because I know niggas. Niggas never let they shit die.

"Yung, I'm sho she good. You stay worryin bout ha. She straight, g." He said, makin me shake ma head.

"I stay worryin because she so fuckin naive and so fuckin hardheaded." I fussed.

"Call ha, then."

"I did. That bitch went straight ta voicemail." I said, walkin out the do' ta ma car.

"Call ag–"

"Hold on, this ha right na." I said, answering ha call. "What, man."

"August," I heard ha sniffle, makin me stop everything I was doin. "I saw him again and he grabbed me a-and I can't breathe."

I could hear ha began to hyperventilate and I knew how ha anxiety worked, so I know I had to make it ta ha befo she crash or pass out onna road.

"Baybeh, pull over." I said, hopping in ma car and pullin off.

"I can't," She said, crying loudly.

"FUCK." I yelled, pushing onna gas. "Sarah, ma, you need ta stop befo you crash."

"I'm scared." She cried.

That was the last thing I heard befo I heard horns goin off and it alarmed me even more.

"Sarah?" I called out.

No response.

I pressed down onna gas more. I know she went ta the grocery store near the house, but ain no tellin where she drove off ta.

"Fuck, man." I threw my head back.

If only I went with ha, this shit wouldn't have happened.

I began ta follow the direction I know she went in afta ten minutes, traffic started backin up, makin me even more nervous.

If traffic backin up like this. She probably crashed or stopped outta nowhere.

Due ta the fact dat traffic ain movin, I hopped out ma car and ran ta wherever I needed ta go. Afta a couple minutes I see the police and the ambulance right next ta a car.

I rush ova ta the car and tried ta get a betta view of whatever it was. Once I saw the paramedics liftin Sarah out the car and onta a stretcher, I ran ova ta them.

"Sir, you need to back up." One of the cops said, pushin me back.

"Aye, nigga, dats ma lady." I said, pushin his bitch ass back.

I watched as he reached fa his gun. "Sir, you need to move."

"I'm not goin nowhea unless I see ma baybeh." I said.

"Norman. Move along." Anotha officer said. He nodded, walkin off. "What's the problem?"

"Dats ma lady ova thea and I'm jus tryin make sho she aight." Ma voice cracked.