New Beginnings (Sequel of August Alsina is my step father)

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It was only 8:15 so I decided to sit in the car and wait for a minute. Ever since last year, I've been emotional when I'm alone. I miss my mother to death and it's like she watching over me.

I was scrolling on my Twitter and seen my old ass uncle tweeting.

[ @Treysongz : Going to be in San Fran. tomorrow... Maraj Club, be there. ]

I laughed and decided to tweet him.

[ @beyoncestwinkerri : Shut cho old ass up, them girls don't want you lmao ]

I put my phone in my back pocket and I grabbed the ones from my purse. I sat my purse in the backseat then I grabbed my keys and hopped out the car. I walked inside the strip club 'Xotix' and George greeted me.

"Oh my god! Damn Kerri, you look bad as fuckkk." I laughed and posed. "You know I had to do it." He seen my keys in my hand and reached his hand out. "Girl gimme your keys. You know these creeps be stealing shit." I laughed hard and gave him my keys. "Thank you G, lemme go inside before Tasha get a attitude with me." He smiled. "Bye girl."

I walked inside the club and the music was jumping. I walked over to a booth and my song started to play. I was twerking but I came to a stop because a guy tapped me. I turned to him and frowned. "Do you strip here...?" He asked. I laughed. "No, i don't." He laughed and smiled. "I was about to say, JESUS take the wheel."

I laughed again cause him to laugh too. "Well here." He said handing me a big stack of ones. I looked up at him confused. "It's the money I would've been throwing at you, if you were a stripper. You deserve it." I smiled slightly. "Thanks."

I mean the man was weird. I was starting to say "If younnnn getcho ol' bob the builder lookin' ass on." But that wouldn't have been nice. I ain't denying no money; cause shorty bout that. I seen Natasha on the pole on the other side of the club. I walked over there hype as hell. She was doing her thing and all I could do was flick them ones at her. My bitch was getting it.

I was about thirty minutes into throwing cash and I seen a familiar face walk inside. I recognized the height, and the side of his face. I walked over to the entrance and pushed him by his shoulders. "Donovan! What are you doing here?" He smiled. "Shit... August told me yo ass was here with ya friend or whatever so I was just like bruh I wanna hit that shit up. So we here."

I rolled my eyes. "Yall so irritating." Donovan laughed. "By the way.. Where is August?" He looked around. "He prolly in there somewhere. He came in before me." I sighed. "Alright well, lemme get back to my shawty." He nodded and gave me a slight hug.

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It was about 10 o'clock and Tasha shift was over. I walked up to her dressing room and knocked. "If it's Kerri, bring that ass here boyyyyy." I laughed and opened the door. "Girl you did hella good tonight. Gotta teach me to do that right thurrrr." She smiled. "That's slight work."

"I seen August and Donovan too by the way." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know. I seen Donovan." She smiled. "Why you always roll your eyes?" I sighed. "August is so freaking protective, can never get him off my back." Natasha got up and slipped on some sweats.

"Girl, he just showing he care for you. You know your mama ain't here so it's like the closest he can get to her is from you." I played with my hands and sighed, "you might be true. But why he gotta follow me everywhere and know my every move?"

Natasha sat down and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Shit... I don't know. That's one thing I'm not sure about. But maybe... it's cause of what's going on between his career and gang related shit." I nodded. "Yeah that sounds about right." She smiled and walked towards me. "You'll be aight baby girl, be lucky to have a man that cares. Q is a ass to me, nigga treat me like shit."

I frowned. "Bae, I don't treat you like shit. It's time for you to leave his ass anyways. You tell him you strip?" Natasha laughed. "Hell naw, that nigga probably would go bonkers on me." I shook my head. "Well let me go. Call me later on when you get home." I stood up and hugged Natasha. "Bye babe, I love ya fine ass." I giggled. "Love you too guh." I walked out her dressing room and headed to the car.

Natasha POV

I straightened up my dressing room and aligned everything on the counter. I grabbed my jacket and my phone. I dialed my house number and my older niece Haley answered.

Phone Conversation -

"Hey Auntie."

I smiled.

"Hey baby, what's up?"

"Nothing, I'm just watching Karia."

"Aww, well I just got off work. I'll bring y'all something to eat. What you guys wanna eat?"

"... Can I get Cook out?..."

I smiled.

"Of course."

I heard her practically screaming.

"Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!"

I laughed.

"Anything for my babies. Now ima get your food and head to the house alright? Tell Karia I love her, and I love you too. Call me if you need me."

"Okay, bye."

End -

I love them girls to death. Will kill anybody for them two. I headed to get their food then headed home. Once I pulled up to the house, I grabbed my gym bag from the backseat and headed into the house.

"Auntie!" Karia ran to me. I sat my bags at the door, and had their food in my hands. She hugged me tight. "I miss you today, Q was being mean." I sighed. "Was he drinking?" Karia frowned. "Yeah... That brown stuff again. It stinks." I laughed.

Q keeps drinking that Hennessy and he changes when he drinks it. I sat their food at the table where they were and headed upstairs into the bedroom to see Q dancing. "Oh heyyyy baby." I pushed him off of me and walked into the bathroom. "Hello Quincy." I said while in the bathroom. "How was yo dayyyy..." I frowned and walked out the bathroom.

"Karia told me you were drinking today. Why you back drinking?" He caught an attitude. "Cause I can, bitch." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever.." I said under my breath. Q left the room and went downstairs. I slipped on a big T-shirt that stopped at my thigh. I got into bed and watched tv.

Five minutes later I heard stomping from the stairs. The light flicked on and Q was holding up my gym bag. "What the FUCK is this?!" He was angry. I sat up. "That's... Uh.." He came up to me and threw the bag at me. "Bitch don't lie to me! Is this what you been doing to make money?" I felt a few tears slippin' but a bitch ain't finna take this bum nigga yelling at me.

"First off, watch your motherfucking tone. Second, yo ass ain't giving no money towards Karia and Haley, so a bitch gotta do what she gotta do to support all three of yall. If you don't wanna support me then get the fuck out." He grabbed my arms and snatched me out of bed.

"Bitch who the fuck you talking to? You showin' ya fucking ass to everybody, ima give you something to show ya ass about." He pushed me down, he hovered over me and hit me in my face. I screamed at the punches he was hitting me with. Haley and Karia ran into the room. "Back yall little asses up for you get a ass whooping too."

Karia held on to Haley crying. He kicked my whole body. I couldn't do anything but try to shield myself. I got enough energy to kick him so I kicked him off of me and tried to stand up. I couldn't stand, my legs were swollen. He hit his head on the dresser and was passed out. I grabbed Haley and Karia.

"G-go get the house phone... call 911... If they ask for the address.. Read one of the mail letters... You hear me?!" They nodded and wiped their faces. "Go." I said trying to catch a balance on my feet. I limped to the mirror and saw my face, both bloody and swollen. I tried to cry, but my face and body wouldn't let me.