I N D U L G E N C E (August Alsina) Sequel The Second Chapter

45.[Where He's Beckoning For Her, This Time Won't She Save Him]

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[Phoebe --]

The door slammed shut and I held onto the stair railing slowly climbing up to the bedroom. Not hearing any noise or chaos that was around me.

"Oh My God. Phoebe what happened? Where's Chad?"  Ya-Ya asked staring at my dress, looking out of the guest bedroom with one hand on her stomach and the other over her mouth. I looked at her saying nothing before I opened the door running to the bathroom as I felt a tide rushing to my mouth.

I held my self over the toilet retching over and over again until I was exhausted. Misery sliding itself next to me, patting my back.

And the door opened and August hovered over me, stooping , accompanying me. "Damn baybeh." He mumbled pulling back my hair as I missed the toilet puking all over the floor. The smell of the blood and brains on my dress and skin made me sick to my stomach.

"What happened girl! A shooting is all over the news! " Mom came running  into the bathroom looking at the dried blood all over my neck. She tried to touch me, but I didn't what her to see me, or wake Kaitlyn.

"Get out of here Mom!" I screamed throwing my earrings at her. "Get out!" I said leaning over the toilet again.

"I got her. No worries Ms. Averie." August said consoling her as she hesitantly left the master bath.

"J—just get me out of these clothes." I mumbled to him and he began filling up the tub before he undressed me.

"No I have to wash this —him off of me." I said stopping him and heading into the shower. The water fell over my head as I placed my hand against the wall in my clothes. August calmly unzipped my dress and let me take off the rest of my underwear and I began irately scrubbing the blood away from my skin. "Phoebe." August sighed, touching my hair.

"Get away from me." I murmured  turning my cheek, holding myself under the water.

"Ion even know why you so upset. He was causing more problems than we needed."

I cocked my head at him furiously. "So that means he deserves to die that way? Get the fuck away from me August!" I flicked the water at him aggressively over and over again. "Get out of here! You're so heartless."  I said turning my back to him as he began sulking and just stood there and I heard Heather's voice.

"August, the Police. They're downstairs." She said and he left the bathroom.

"Phoebe? You okay." She said coming into the bathroom with her back turned to me. Sniffling  I shook my head as words were hard to come by. "I know it's sad, I knew him years ago. I'm sorry you had to see that, Brent told me." She said.

"J—just get out Heather. I don't want to talk about it."

"But Phoebe----"

"Please!" I yelled at her and she raised her hands in a defensive position exiting the bathroom.

And I just sat on the shower floor holding myself under the warm water. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel at this moment. Roscoe meant nothing to me in the case of love, but I did care for him. And I did want him to better himself and just because he wasn't a good guy all his life, that doesn't mean he deserves to be slaughtered that way.

It hurts, that I'm the only one who thinks he deserves justice. August is so selfish, he just left him there in the open for people to take photos of his corpse and...his eyes were open. I will probably never get that image out of my head.

He was human like anyone else, and nobody cared or loved him, and maybe if I didn't stand up to talk to him there he would still be alive. It's all my fault. I wiped my eyes, thinking back of him, when we were younger.