No Love

Chapter 6

AUGUST'S P.O.V

I watched ha push past sweaty, dancin' bodies, and manueva ha way ta me. She stood a few feet away, watchin' me, waitin' fa a reaction. Ma blood was rushin' through ma veins, jaw clenched, wit my heart pumpin' a thousand times a minute. I was ovawhelmed wit emotions. I watched ha take tiny steps towards me. "August.. Please.." Ma breathin' became heavy, an I could feel tha veins bulgin out of ma neck.

I wanted ta kill tha nigga. (Your name) desperately wrapped ha arms aroun me, tryin ta prevent me from injurin him. I pushed ha off, and began ta pace towards Trey. Only fa ha ta tug me back, nothin but fear present in ha eyes. I jerked ma head back at ha, glarin, befo pinnin' ha ta tha wall.

I got up in ha face. "Stay tha fuck outta this!" Heat flushed through ma body as I made ma way through tha noisy club.

I was about ta show this fake ass nigga how we did it in New Orleans.

I dug my fingas into Trey's shirt. "The fuck you doin' wit ma girl, man?!" I shouted, pullin Trey towards me. Even though it was louder than a mothafucka in tha club, people began ta glance ova at us, slowly pullin they phones out they pockets.

Trey pinched his eyebrows tagetha, scrunchin up his face as he tried wigglin outta ma grip.

"Let go of me! The fuck is wrong with you?!" Outta tha corna of ma eye, I saw his bodyguards head they way towards us. Damn, I had ta make dis quick. I stumbled back, lettin him go as I stared at tha shattered glass all across tha dance flo'. I was drenched in alcohol. I brung my tremblin fingas ta ma forehead. Dark red blood coated ma bony finga tips, quickly racin down ma wrist. It couldn't have been mine. It couldn't have.

I know this pussy ass nigga didn't hit me ova tha head wit a bottle.

I abruptly wiped da blood outta ma eyes, n sent a blow straight ta his throat. The club was dead silent, erryone turnin and facin us.

All I could see was red. When I heard (Your Name) screamin at me, at tha top of ha lungs, ta get me ta stop, that's when I really lost ma tempa. Tha fuck was she defendin this nigga fo? I drew ma arm back and drove ma fist inta Tremaine's nose, dislocatin it. His head flew backwards, collidin with the plastic chairs as it hit tha hard flo. Tha crowd surroundin us began ta chant. "August! August!"

Trey remained on tha flo, hand coverin his nose, tears rollin down from his eyes, which were squeezed shut. "Bu bastard! Buck you!" He screeched, tryin ta get up. I stomped ma foot inta his shoulder, n began ta twist it. I was laughin harda than a mothafucka, as I heard his yelps, while his security guards wrestled me ta tha flo.