I stared out at the distant mountains from Chris's back porch. I wonder if anyone has climbed them or stood on the very top of the snowy part. August always told me that everyone has mountains that they have to climb, and when they do, they will fall. I guess I'm still waiting for mine to fall. Or at least to get to the top of one of them.
I picked my phone up out of my pocket. Still no call or text from August. I sighed and threw down on the porch. I don't know why I keep waiting on him. I guess it's because he's busy. August was always a hard worker, he'll text me when he isn't busy. I know he will. He has to.
I sighed and went back inside. Santo and Chris were sitting at the table, playing cards. I just rolled my eyes and swiftly moved past them.
Since this morning, I'm done with everybody in this house. I'm applying for jobs tomorrow so I can get my own place. They seem pretty happy without me, so they won't miss me when I'm gone. Everybody wins.
I locked my door behind me and flopped down on my bed. My phone buzzed. I instantly jumped up and scrolled down my messages.
Chris: Come downstairs, Karrueche wants to say Hi.
I rolled my eyes and put my phone on my nightstand. If you aren't God or August, I don't want to talk to you or your girlfriend. That simple my nigga. My phone buzzed again. I groaned and checked my messages.
Chris: Don't play with me, Chilombo. Bring your ass downstairs.
I turned my phone off. Does he really think that he scares me? Don't make me laugh. I buried my face in my pillow and closed my eyes.
"You always were hard headed." A voice said.
My eyes flew open. I know that southern drawl all too well. I sat up to see a man covered in tattoos, sitting on the window post. I felt tears start to form. He walked over to my bed and layed down beside me. I stared at him shock as tears fell down my face. He smiled and dried them.
"Don't cry, Ma. What I tell you about that?" He said.
I quickly pulled myself together. I just couldn't believe that he was here. With me. I layed back down with him. My everything was right here. His face, his cologne, his smile. He was home. My August is home.
"I missed you." I said, cupping his cheek.
"I know, Baby. But I need you to get up." August said.
" I was just thinking about what you said about the mountains today."
"Get up, Boe."
"I was wondering about you and why you didn't ca-Get the hell up!"
I jumped up to see my door wide open and Chris mad as ever. I looked to the side of me to see August not there. Damn, just a dream. I sighed and sat up.
"What do you want?" I groaned.
"What do you mean what do I want? Didn't I tell you to bring your ass downstairs? We could've been dieing." He yelled.
"Well you look perfectly fine to me, so whats the problem?" I snapped.
Chris shook his head. I could tell he was over it, but so was I. I can't take this anymore. We walk around here like everything is ok, when it's obviously not. Chris sat down on the edge of my bed.
"Just tell me what I'm doing wrong," He said, calmly." Because I'm running out of options. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
I laughed and shook my head. This guy should be a comedian.
"Let's get something straight here, Christopher. You're not my father. You are my brother. Stay in your place. When August comes back, you won't have to see me again." I stated.
Chris looked down and bit his lip.
"That's your fucking problem, Chilombo. It's always "When August comes back". Face the facts, Sweetheart. He ain't coming back for your ass. With the amount of girls he gets, you really think he gone remember you?" He snapped.
"Yeah! You know why" 'Cause I ain't basic unlike your girlfriend!" I yelled.
"Fuck you, Chilombo!" Chris yelled, getting up and slamming the door.
"You would have a chance if that shit wasn't so small!" I screamed after him.
