Poison Ivy

Ivy 13

August(Yungin)POV:

(I know it's a cigar but pretend it's a blunt)

I walk in the livingroom, one hand holding a bottle of Henny and the other a fat blunt. I'm high, drunk and hungry as fuck. Shit, after the day I had yesterday, this is exactly what I need. I sit on the couch and pull out my phone. Rizzy is coming around 3 in the afternoon. More me time. What the fuck does he want though? I'm definitely not in the mood to talk. I text him back, telling him not to come at all today, I'll tell him when I need him. I put my phone away and close my eyes, letting my head fall back. Smoke escapes from my lips and nostrils. I love this shit.

"Really Aug?"

I sigh. Miracle. I should really tell her to move out and give me some space. Lately she's been on my ass, like let me chill and breath. I'm literally going through the most right now. The girl I love betrayed me and I cheated on the girl that loves me and I am at war with some nigga I don't even know and I don't know how dangerous he is. My family is in danger. Rita won't even tell me why she did the shit she did.

I open my right eye, looking up at her. She's standing in front of me, her right hand on her right hip, wearing a irritated facial expression. Yeah, well, that's how I'm feeling right now.

"Is this really going to be what you do everyday? This is not healthy. You are just killing yourself over a little fight with Rita."

I chuckle. A little fight. If only you knew. "Miracle, don't talk about shit you know nothing about. Leave me alone to chill bro."

I close my eye. Shit. She can really be a nuisance sometimes.

"Well excuse me for carrying about your wellbeing, August. All you have been doing this past few weeks is drinking, smoking and staying out late, doing God knows what. I'm worried about you." She continues with her lecture.

I suck my teeth. "You know, I've been thinking and I think it's best we take a break, you know. I need my space and shit is getting hectic. There's a war coming and I don't want you in danger."

I open my eyes when I don't hear her respond. She's looking at me with a confused face.

"Wait, what?" She asks me. I sigh about to answer her, but she cuts me off. "Ok, you are obviously drunk and you not thinking straight. You have been having fights with other drug dealers and you've never broken up with me."

I stand up. Ok, this is going to be harder than I thought. "Miracle, I am thinking straight, ok? I'm tired of being in a relationship. I'm not ready to commit and right now I'm going through the most and I don't have time for a relationship and looking out for someone extra. I just need time alone, ok. If we are really meant to be, will be together again soon."

She shakes her head. "No, you not doing this to me. I love you August. Is this about Rita?"

I sigh. "No, it's not." Well kind of. She and I fucked, my head is now messed up and my feelings too. She betrayed me and put my family in danger. So yeah, technically it is about her. I look down. "Yeah, it is." The least I can do is be honest with her.

She starts crying. Fuck, really? Gone on and make me feel even guiltier.

"Stop crying Mira."

"Do you want to be with her? That's why you are breaking up with me?"

I run my fingers through my long curls. I haven't been to a barbershop in a minute.

"No, I don't want to be with her."

"Than what do you want August? Me or her? You don't want to be with her, so why are you brea- did you sleep with her, August?"

Fuck. I look up at her and than down again.