Re-Building Damaged Bridges (Part I)

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I chase through the festival looking for August. He told Bree to get in the car. He did so too trying to pull off. I opened the door trying to get in the back seat. "Get the fuck out." August says with a stern warning tone. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS CAR TYGA!" August says raising his hand towards me. "Do it I fucking dare you." I said harshly. August retreated his hand and got out. Bree didn't do anything , but watch him. Hell, I was scared myself. August picked me up out the car and pushed me down hard. Bree yelled "STOP!" August stopped then he speed away. I had no where to go , Trey was mad and left, August did the same. I pulled out my iPhone. I didn't have Bree's cell number. I didn't have Trey number. Searching around in my phone to find contacts. I came across a app Google Maps. Wondering would the app work, I tool my chances anyway. I didn't know the address of Bree's house. So I entered Trey's address into the phone. I figured that I could walk home from there. The map says 10.5 miles from here. Which would take around which is going to be 3 hours and 30 minutes for a walk. It's already 5:55pm now.

After the Walk

The walk took longer than expected. It took nearly 7 hours just to walk to Trey house but plus the detours, road work, and getting lost. After that walk I'm gone need a new pair of shoes. I knock at the door. August opened the door but by the strong scent of liquor lingering from his breath , slurred speech, and poor condition to walk that he was drunk. I rested on the recliner we had in our room and sat in it for a while.

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What happens next?

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