♡August Alsina Imagines♥

In Love With Another Man

If I could... could forget him. I would... please believe me.

I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as I struggled to cut into the carrots in front of me. My eyes began to overflow with tears, just thinking of what I was about to do. My blurry vision and my unsteady fingers proved disaster in the kitchen. The knife slipped from my hand, slicing my finger. The cut was minimal but the blood was profuse. Throwing the blade down in frustration, I hurried to the sink, rinsing my bleeding finger.

I jumped, an audible yelp escaping my lips as the front door opened and closed just yards away. I grabbed a towel wrapping up my finger, hoping the blood would eventually stop.

"Honey?!" The familiar monotone called just outside the kitchen his pending footsteps making my stomach churn with each step.

"In here!" I called back, trying to sound like I wasn't in excruciating pain, my finger only throbbing slightly, but my heart was shattering minute by minute. I dared not look at him, I turned my back, back to the barely cut carrots, my mind reeling and frozen in fear, I stood there as his hands connected with my shoulders. His lips connecting with my cheek, planting a small kiss to my skin.

"How was your day?" He asked, as he always did.

"..eventful." I murmured barely audible.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked gesturing to my finger.

"Yeah." I breathed trying my hardest to keep myself together.

"Let me see." He said spinning me toward him our chests touching momentarily, before he pushed away, my bloody hand in his.

"It's nothing honey, really." I said nervously.

He ignored me, unwrapping my finger.

"You're right.. It's nothing, but let's clean it off before it gets infected." He said.

"I'll do it myself, don't worry about it." I said quickly, stepping around him.

"Hey, baby, you sure you're okay? You seem a bit on edge." He asked worriedly.

"Yeah..uh, I just.. I need minute." I sputtered, disappearing quickly out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I ran straight for the bathroom, locking the door behind me, my back against the wall.

And I know that I should throw the towel in but, baby it's not... not that easy, hey.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, dialing the familiar number. The phone rang for what seemed like forever, before his voice belted through my ears.

"Baby? Did you do it?" he asked hastily.

"No, he just got home, I'm so nervous, I can't do this to him, August." I whispered, feeling my chest tighten and my heart race against my chest. I could barely breathe, I quickly gasped for air.

"Hey, calm down, baby. Breathe." he said worriedly. "You need to make a decison for you, not me, not him, for you. What do you want?"

I thought for a moment my breath coming back to me, but my body still shaking with nerves. It's so clear August is what I want. "I want..you." I sighed, saying it for the thousandth time since, I left his condo.

"Then you need to do what you need to do, because the longer you keep this a secret the more its going to hurt when finally finds out."

"You're right." I sighed, tears welling up again. "I-"

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. His smooth voice spoke behind the wood, "Babe, you okay?" he asked concerned.

I stood, sitting my phone on the sink. "Yeah." I called. I opened the door with a deep breath, revealing his worried face.