I Do. (August Alsina)

I Do, 49

Sarah Marshall.

"Time to get up sweetheart. We're moving."

I was awaken by cold water being thrown on me. I gasp, jumping out of my sleep. I hold my chest, trying to calm my breathing. I look around finally making eye contact with the devil. I shudder, staring into the evil eyes of Peter.

"M-moving?" I asked, looking around the half empty basement.

"Yes m-moving." He mocked. "The police got another tip that a little miss someone is being a little too loud. So therefore we have to move."

"Move where?" I asked, already thinking of my plan to escape.

"No where near that nigga, so let's go. Hurry up and move." He snapped.

I kept my mouth shut, tearing my eyes away from him. I looked at the windows and noticed they were all boarded up.

I slowly got off the floor, watching Peter in my peripheral. I winced as I finally stood on my feet.

My entire body ached from the beatings I was constantly receiving. Ever blow from those men ruined my body. I had bruises all over, some worse than others. I had a big gash on my cheek from one of the men making contact with his ring. I didn't realize the cut right away because other parts of my body was in so much pain. I woke up the next day and my face was swollen on the right side and when I crawled over to the cracked mirror looking back at my reflection, I noticed a huge gash on my face.

Once Peter saw it, he just smiled and told me to act right.

"Hurry before I use force."

I nodded, trying my best to hurry. I was limping on one leg because one of the guys from the attack crushed my leg with his big foot. Peter told me to just walk it off because he wasn't going to get me a doctor to examine me.

Once I made it to Peter, he grabbed the back of my head and brung my face closer to his.

"If you try anything, I will not hesitate to put a bullet in you. I'm not for any games right now. Do I make myself clear?" He threatened.

I gulped, "Y-yes."

"Good, now move."

I tried my best to limp past him as fast as I could, but I was in excruciating pain. Every step I took, I winced in pain.

Finally making it up the stairs, everyone was scattered everywhere. It was men packaging up their drugs, guns, and money. They were all in the kitchen and dining room making sure everything was sealed and stuffed in oversized boxes.

"Boss, what did you want us to do with the other girls?"

"Throw then in a van and drive up to Chicago. My connections only go so far, you know. I would say Michigan, but them niggas stay on the news and I don't need any type of exposure."

"Chiraq it is then." He said, walking away from Peter.

Peter sighed, looking down at me. His cold eyes pierced through my flesh, making me look away "Angel, come here."

She walked over, giving him a very sloppy kiss. Even though I wasn't looking, that nasty kiss was still heard.

"Yes daddy?"

"Take Sarah and get her fixed. Don told me the police been circling and patrolling the area. We don't need her to come out the house looking like a murder scene."

"Yes baby. Let's go, Sarah."

As she went to grab me, I pulled my arm back, limping away from her. This chick was a devil and I didn't like being around her when it's just us.