*Month later - December*
*Auburn, GA*
Mariah POV:
It has been a whole month since he has been locked up. Its been a hard month. Far from easy. Tha night I got home from LA after his sentencing, I literally cried....until I went ta sleep. It was soooo hard ta tell our kids daddy isn't coming home fa a while. I don't know how ta handle it juss yet. I don't think I ever will.
I actually ended up going into labor early. Two weeks after actually! Thank God our beybe was healthy. We got our girl! I hate that he couldn't be there. He was soooo excited and bummed out at tha same time.
As I was wrapping presents, my phone started ta ring. I answer and wait until tha automated machine is done...
*Call starts*
August: "Hey babe!"
Me: "Hey love!"
August: "Wassup?"
Me: "I'm actually wrapping presents. Beybe sleeping. Kids in their rooms. So, I had time."
I clear my throat. That hit me hard as hell.
August: "Mmhmm. Babe..."
Me: "Hmm?"
August: "Stop cryin'.."
I wipe my eyes and sigh.
Me: "I just miss you. I want you home. We all want you home. This is difficult. Especially fa me."
August: "I understand. And it's difficult fa me, too. I wanna be home with y'all so bad. I know its been a difficult month. I wanna see y'all. I do-"
Me: "Then let us come-"
August: "No. No. Not in hea'. Ion want them in this environment. And I know you. You would hate ta leave. Ion wanna see my kids cry when they leave out knowing I'm not coming right behind. I most definitely don't wanna see you cryin'."
Me: "Conjugal visit?"
August: "Nahhh. Then you really wouldn't wanna leave..."
I laugh and wipe my face clear of tears.
Me: "And you're absolutely right!"
August: "Yeahhh. Keep yo fine ass at home. You'll leave pregnant." He says as he laughs
Me: "Pregnant?! Beybe nah. Too soon."
August: "Back ta back is tha best way, babe. You know I'm all fa big families..."
Me: "Yeahhhhh. Better get you some beybe mamas..."
August: "Oh word?"
Me: "Nigga no! Tha fuck. You're mine and mine only."
August: "You damn right. And them niggas better not be tryin shit. I'll beat a nigga ass behind you."
Me: "*giggles* I know..."
Then we got down ta sixty seconds.
Me: "Aww. I don't wanna hang up."
My eyes tear up again.
August: "I know. But, we'll talk again soon. Imma talk fast. But, I gotta get used ta it myself. So, don't think me not calling is something outta disrespect cause it's not. My heart hurts juss tha same."
Me: " I love you, Anthony."
August: "I love you, too Renee. Kiss my babies fa me and tell them I love them."
Me: "Of course.."
*Call ends*
Ended right on time. I can't wait ta have my husband back home. That will be tha most amazing day of my life. I miss his touch.
*Los Angeles*
Michael POV:
This has been a very anticipating month for me. I've literally been waiting on this. I've never been so happy!
The day of Aug's case...he gave me and Smoke tha go. We had a conversation prior. He already knew tha outcome of his act of rage...so, he pretty much gave us a right to pick up where he left off. But, if there was any chance of him bein' free....he was gonna do it himself.
Sadly, he has to serve his time. He also knew...if Chris found out MeMe was pretty much alone...he'd most definitely go for her. And we wasn't finna let that happen!
We all been keeping an eye on her and tha kids. So, she's never really alone. I hope he has enjoyed his last days. Cause he won't see tha sun come up. But! I think Imma handle this myself. It's personal...
*1am*
After checking my surroundings, I get out tha car and go around back. I can se he's sitting in tha living room.
I get on his balcony cause I see his door is open. I walk down tha hall and go downstairs. I lean against tha wall and cross my arms.
Me: "Boo."
He jumps hard as fuck. I just laugh.
Me: "Did I scare you bruh?"
Chris: "How tha fuck did you get in here, first of all?"
Me: "Don't worry about that..."
Chris: "Tha hell you mean don't worry about it? Nigga...you're in my house!"
I chuckle
Me: "You're lucky...I didn't blow yo ass up."
Chris: "Tha fuck you want bruh?"
Me: "This is how it's gonna go. Imma give you tha opportunity to defend yourself. I'm not even gonna shoot you. That's too easy. I want you suffer..."
I set my gun on tha counter as I take out the clip.
Chris: "Fightin' like a real nigga?"
Me: "Question is...can you?"
I didn't even give him time to answer. He getting this well deserved ass whoopin'! Cause if anything doesn't matter, I know I'm doin' this for Reina and MeMe. Myself, too! But, mainly for them.
Blow, after blow, after blow. Punches just get harder and harder. Head banging gets harder and harder. Kicking and stomping gets harder and harder!
He kicks me off of him and point his gun at me.
Chris: "And you thought this was gonna be a fair fight?! Nigga! Everything happened for a reason! She got everything she deserved! And Aug most definitely deserved everything that came to him! Y'all fuckin' with tha wrong one!"
I pull my gun from my waist and aim back at him.
Me: "And you still think I'm dumb! Especially to think I only carry one gun. I told you! Karma is a bitch! You killed your own child! Over some petty, controlling ass shit! THAT'S FUCKED UP!"
Chris: "What's done is done! *chuckles* Guess I'll see you in hell.."
POP! POP! POP!
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Here's an update.
I abandoned my story 🤦🏽♀️💀. But imma hurry and finish. So sorry for any errors.
