One Day At A Time

|Chapter 23|

Hazel

"Babe." I call out, but don't get a response.

I finish tying my shoe and look up and around the room to see where he went. He was literally just right here.

"August?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I'm in the bathroom."

I get up and fix myself before walking over to the bathroom door. The door is closed, so I twist the doorknob to open it, only to find it's locked.

"Open the door fool." I chuckle.

"It's obviously locked fa a reason." He says from behind the door, making me frown.

He never talked to me like that before. I know he jokes around and shit, but his tone sounds very serious and harsh, as if I was annoying him or something. I know when you're in the bathroom you want your privacy, but he never had a problem with me walkin in before and I've been doing it for the past nine years.

He finally opens the door, interrupting me from my thoughts, and look down at me. I wouldn't say it was a pure look of disgust, but it was mighty close to it. I can tell just by looking into his eyes that he isn't here with me right now. Not the August I married.

"Wassup?"

"Can you pl-" I stop once I see the look he gives me after hearing me speak. "Never mind."

"Man you done already made me open up the door now, what?"

"Nothing. You ready?"

"Nah."

"Alright well we finna go by Demi."

"Okay."

He closes the door just as I walk off. Call me emotional all you want, but I don't like this and it makes me wanna cry all over again. Although I didn't, and would never, cheat on him, his actions and the way he's going about this whole situation is really hurting my feelings. Maybe I should have cheated since he was gonna act like this either way.

Okay I really don't mean that, but this shit really is eating me up and I can't seem to wrap my head around it. I just want him to believe me so that he can go back to being himself. I want to be here with the August I first met and the August I fell in love with and married for crying out loud. If he knows me, he should know that I'd never in a million years do something like this to him and it hurts even more knowing that he doesn't.

Yesterday we got here around 3:30 since it's on the opposite coast, and we rested for a while before going on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Ava kept going on and on about seeing her 'grandpa' MJ's star, so we had no choice but to go there and then to go see the Hollywood sign, but now we're headed to Javi's game.

"You ready, mamas?"

"Yeah." She turns the tv off and gets up. "You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Then why you crying?"

"I'm not." I lie as I wipe the tear that started to fall. "My lash keep going in my eye."

"Want me to fix it?"

"No it's okay, baby. I think I fixed it." I admit. "Thank you though."

"Lemme see."

I chuckle a bit and bent down to the best of my ability so that she can see my eye. She touches the eyelash to 'see if it was actually fixed' before she walks off to open the door.

"After you my queen."

"Thank you my princess."

I walk out of the door at the same time Demi does and furrows my eyebrows.