Thugs Don't Fall (Lucas Coly, Zendaya and August Alsina Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Maree's POV

"Maree as much as I'd like to stand here and hug you, you have to let me go now."

Removing my arms from around Lucas, I stepped into the room I was staying in.

"I'll see you January 3rd." Without looking up, I nodded closing the door.

The lady at the front desk told me to make myself comfortable so that's what I did.

I brought a brand new mattress and sheets and more homey stuff for the room.

In all honesty, I was a wreck. I don't want to be away from Lucas; especially for a month. I'll be here for two but I get one visit day. We also get one emergency visit and one emergency phone call.

I brought most of my clothes and all of my lotions and perfume. I just wanted to be comfortable. Which probably isn't going to be right away.
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It's now 1 pm and they have us separated by groups. It's a good thirty of us in each group and I'm quite uncomfortable.

I don't know anybody and everybody has found someone to talk to already. It's like no matter where I go, I'm always the outsider.

I sat at a table in the corner, laying my head in my arms, deciding to rest my eyes.

The only good thing about this place is how quiet it is. Peaceful. Something I need right now.
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August's POV

Staring at the plate in front of me, I licked my lips.

This looks good as hell.

"I feel sorry for that pizza. You're basically raping it with your eyes."

I looked up to see a girl in front of me. She gave me a small smirk as she took a bite out of her pizza.

I didn't even see her sit in front of me.

"You don't talk? Or you're just mad depressed or some sh*t?" She asked with a laugh.

"Damn" I laughed. "You have no f*cking filter." I told her before biting into my own pizza.

She shrugged with a laugh. "When you're dying in 40 days, you stop giving a sh*t what people think of you."

"Dying?" I asked as I sipped from my drink.

"Yeah. January 12th. Save the date." She smiled, opening her water bottle.

"What's wrong witchu?" I asked.

"I like your accent." She told me.

"Thank you."

"But I have IHD." I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"That's like the number one most deadly disease." I told her.

"Yeah no sh*t Sherlock." She laughed loudly, causing people to look at us.

"But it's okay. I'm cool with dying now. Don't get me wrong, when I first got diagnosed, my balls were blue. But now I don't really care. I don't have family or friends so nobody to spend my last moments with. All I had was pills. Hence to why I'm here."

I took a second to actually look at her. She was beautiful no doubt. From her dirty blonde colored hair, to her grayish blue eyes, to the dot under her left eye. She didn't look sick at all.

"What's your name?" I asked her. She leaned back in her chair.

"Guess."
I tilted my head to the side, examining her.

"Isabella." She turned her face up and shook her head, picking her pizza up and eating more of it.

"I can't believe he just said Isabella, the f*ck?"
I chuckled to myself as I listened to her.

"It's Alexandria; but if you call me that I'll kill you." She told me.

"Alex!" A nurse scolded her.

"I was just playing, get your titties out your *ss." She rolled her eyes.

"My god." I mumbled to myself, trying to contain my laugh.

"Anyways, I can guess your name." She started to stare at me for a good two minutes before her eyes lit up.

"August." She nodded. "You look like a August."

"G- double- O- D- J- O- B. Good job, good job." I chanted, smiling to myself.

"What are you? Five?"

I looked at her with a glare and she laughed.

"Why are you in here?"

Sighing, I drank the last sip of my sprite and sat back in my chair.

"I'm f*cking crazy bro. From drugs, to separation anxiety, to regular anxiety. You name it, I probably have it." I shrugged.

"We should be friends. We'd give no f*cks about anything." Alex nodded to herself, making me laugh.

"Sure." I reached out my fist and she bumped it, us both doing the Falala thing from Big Hero 6.

"You bout stupid as sh*t." I told her. She smiled and shrugged.

"Come on, I'll show you around."
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"This is my room, 236 remember that. They let all patients visit one another but only from three to six. So if you're ever bored, I'll be in here writing books about unicorns."

"Noted."

"This right here is the gym, and this is the recording studio. Yes there's a recording studio. Some of the most life changing things happen in this rehab center and they said they wanted people with the gift of music to be able to make magic at any time."

"What do I have to do to record?"

"Just sign this sheet and they'll call your room for dates and times."

Nodding to myself, me and Alex went outside next.

"This is where I like to sit and just let sh*t go ya know? I hold so much in, sometimes I just burst into tears like a b*tch. Then I realized, I eventually have to let it all out. So I come to this very bench and just cry."

"I hate crying with a passion." I said lowly as I sat by Alex on the bench.

"Well what's going on that makes you want to cry?"

"People leaving."

"Like?"

"Tiana....Maree.....Kayden. Tiana was my first love. She got pregnant with Kayden and she left me. I recently got everything figured out but I'm in here now. Kayden also has leukemia. She's doing way better but not all the way. Maree.....she was my girlfriend. We went through hell and back together. Both of us tried to commit suicide and that took a toll on our relationship. We never wanted to leave each other's side. Yesterday.....she broke up with me. She said it's because she's no good for me. I needed her. She's literally my everything and she ended it like I wasn't nothing. Like I didn't mean anything to her." Sighing, I ran my hand down my face.

"That's why I want to cry. My life is horrible."

Alex laid her head on my shoulder, tightened her coat around her.

"At least you're not dying." She chuckled lowly.
I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I smiled.

"Hey, don't look too happy; you're going to make me jealous." Alex rolled her eyes at me.

Laughing to myself I stood up.

"I have to go to the shrink now. I'll catch you later. And 539 is me."

Alex nodded with a thumbs up. "Go kill it."

"Alex!" A nurse called.

"F*ck off!" She responded, causing me to shake my head.