Poisoned Innocence - discontinued.

Chapter 15.

Zonnique. 

I can't say I was surprised that August was open to the idea of letting us go, I knew he cared about me just as much as I cared about him. I loved him so much, but this isn't where I needed to be. Being here was ruining my life, it wasn't good for any of us. Me, Asia, not even August or Rocky. The best thing for us to do was to separate. And that's what we were going to do. 

I was laying in August's bed staring at the ceiling as the sun poured into the room. I wanted to get up, but I just couldn't seem to move at all. I guess I just needed some time to take everything in, or at least that's what I convinced myself I was doing. A yawn escaped my lips as I lazily proped up a pillow behind my back and sat up. I just sat there looking at the clock on the wall. The time read about eight o'clock. I sighed and ran my fingers through my messy blue hair, throwing the covers off of me. 

August and Rocky had suggested we all do something different to ourselves in hopes that the police won't recognize us when we go get Asia; that is if they're around. It was a long shot, I know, but it was worth a try. 

Rhonda isn't here anymore, she went back to living in her shitty apartment, and on the streets at the same time. Rocky had to let her go because he eventually, no scratch that, finally realized she had a serious drinking problem and he couldn't deal with it, so he's gonna help her get into rehab, they're just not together anymore. It made me think a little bit; about how hard it is to let someone go, even though you know it's for the best. Rocky and Rhonda had been dating long before I knew them, and it makes me realize that you can love someone for a very long time, but still know that they're poison to you. And that's just like August and I. 

I huffed, thinking about how everything can go wrong today. No matter how hard I tried to think good thoughts, the bad thoughts found a way into my mind. And they wouldn't go away for anything. 

I neared the bathroom, hearing the sound of a toilet flush inside, letting me know August was probably inside there. A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing a very drowsy but sexy August. 

"Oh, morning." August's voice was deep and raspy. 

"Hey." I muttered quietly and slowly.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, attempting to walk past me but I stopped him by placing my hand on his chest. 

"Wash your hands." I mumbled with a slight smile. 

He sighed and turned back around, walking inside and turning the sink water on. I followed him into the bathroom and grabbed my tooth brush from under the sink. "And I slept okay." I ran my fingers through my hair before holding my tooth brush under the running water. 

"That's good." He nodded, drying his hands on a nearby towel. 

"I guess so." I shrugged, proceeding to brush my teeth. 

August sighed and I could tell he knew that this conversation was as awkward as ever. It didn't occur to me that we were only talking to each other this way because we didn't want to say goodbye to one another. I watched him as he sat on the toilet and started fiddling with his fingers. 

"Zonnique, today can either go well, or it can turn out disastrous." He said with a serious look on his face. 

"Nothing could be worse than knowing that my sister is with a possible world wide criminal." I said, my words muffled by all the foam forming in my mouth from the toothpaste. I spit out the foam and turned to him. "I just want everything to be normal again." 

"Right," he mumbled, running his fingers down his face. I could tell he took that personally, and it probably hurt his feelings, and I didn't mean to do that to him. I knew he already felt horrible about the situation, and that was the last thing I ever wanted to do.