It's Complicated (August Alsina Story)

Chapter One: Break Up To Make Up

Chapter 1:

Break Up To Make Up

April 18th, 2014

Bria:

"Fuck you August! I'm done!", I yelled. Grabbing my keys and purse I walked towards the door, thank goodness I already had my shoes on. As I was reaching for the door he slammed it shut, standing in front of me. I tried pushing him out of the way for about a minute, but he didn't let up. "Ugh! Let me out August I fucking hate you!", I screamed punching him. He had his breaking point because he then picked me up and went into his room and threw me on the bed. "What the fuck are you mad for! I'm not the one having hoes text and call my phone!", I said loudly. Trying to get back up he just pushed me hard back on the bed. He's not saying anything, which is making me even more pissed off. He was now hovering over me, then began to kiss me. It was so sudden. He continued kissing me from my lips to my neck. Leaving his mark on my neck, he kissed my lips again and yelled, "Look! I'm not tellin' dese hoes to text or call ma phone, why don't ya understand th-", I cut him off, "Shut the fuck up!", pushing him off of me finally. I was now crying. "Bria ya always work ya self up for no reason. I'on know why they do, shit!" I wasn't trying to hear that. I ran out his condo down to my car. As soon as I shut the car door, I broke down. August thinks just because he's 21 and I'm 17 he can treat me like a child. He thinks he can have these hoes and then come back to me whenever. I'm fucking fed up. Getting myself together, I started my car, a gift from August, and drove off, going home.

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August:

What the fuck. I swea she be doin' this shit fa no reason. I can't help that hoes do what they do. They numbas ain't saved, so obviously that means I ain't tryna do shit wit em. And I'm not changin' my numba just cause a couple hoes got it. Bria really fucked up my high. Rubbin' my hands down my face, I decided to call her, but of course it went straight to voicemail, so I texted her.

To Baybeh: Yo you really over reactin' Bria.

I instantly got a reply.

From Baybeh: Fuck you August! Why are we together if you have plenty other hoes!

Ugh she just don't get it. I know I've done my bad in the past, but shit, a nigga tryna change. Throwin' my phone across the bed, I went to my nightstand and pulled out my black box that had plenty of pre-rolled blunts fa me. Lightin' one, I inhaled as much as I could. I swea I loved Bria to death, but she just don't see it. A lot of my homies thinks it's a bad situation cus she 17, but fuck that. They see she ain't goin' no whea so they got no choice but to respect ma decisions and her. I'on really connect with people, but me and her gotta strong fuckin' connection. We've been through similar shit, and she understand me, well not right now. Puttin' out the blunt, I gave ma nigga Trey a call. "My nigggg. Aye man ya tryna have a studio session right now?" "August! Hell yeah man I'm here already come on." "Aight man I'm on the whea." "Aight." Hangin' up, I went to go change. Grabbin' my phone and hat off the bed, my shades and keys on the nightstand, I was out the door. Gettin' into my Range, I smiled because I memba when I gave Bria keys to a white one. She was so damn happy, I actually got some bomb ass sex that night. Startin' it up, I pulled out the garage lot headin' to my nigga Treys.

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Bria:

The whole way home was blurred vision. So glad my Ma was on her vacation in Jamaica. I convinced her I didn't want to go and to take her girlfriends with her. Only reason for that was so I could be with August, big fucking mistake. She won't be back for another 2 weeks so I'm definitely gonna have some me time. She was a little upset that she would be missing my birthday, but she's gonna be sending me some things from Jamaica. She knows about August but she doesn't really agree with it, of course the first problem being that he's 21. She also thinks that his fame will get in the way of our relationship because of all the girls and shit. She's ok with it I guess because she sees how happy he makes me, so glad she doesn't how hurt he makes me as well. Pulling in my driveway, I was just so relieved to be home. Kicking off my shoes, I let out a huge sigh. I made myself a snack before heading upstairs. Soon as I got in my room, I took off everything and put on my favorite t-shirt that had August on it. I rolled my eyes as I was putting it on. Laid out on my bed, I enjoyed my snack and watched my favorite show: Diners, a Drive-Ins, and Dives.