The Worst (August Alsina Story) [Editing]

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 The Worst

August POV

"Why we going here again?" I asked as Donte continued to drive us to Malaysia's house.

"Malaysia ain't been to school since Monday, we should at least check on her." Donte explained

"I thought you stopped fucking with her?" I asked as he sighed

"She went ghost on everybody and nobody knows whether she's at home or missing."

"We'll nigga let her parents find that shit out , we ain't about to play detective." I responded as we pulled into her driveway

"Too late now you already agreed to this shit" he stated hopping out the car as I followed him to the door. He rung the bell and as I impatiently waited for her to answer.

Malaysia POV

I haven't been to school since Monday after what happened between Jeremiah and I. Let's just say he's not the guy I thought he was. I looked in the mirror and noticed the bruise on my face was slowly fading away. I was interrupted by the doorbell so I walked to it without looking into the peephole finding August and Donte.

"She still alive lets go Donte" August stated beginning to turn around as Donte stared at me

"Why are y'all here?" I asked slightly annoyed

"You missed school for 4 days and you haven't told anyone where you went or whether you're still alive. You tell me why you think we're here." Donte explained

"I'm fine, I'm just going through some things" I explained

"What's on your face?" August asked touching the bruise as I winced at the pain

"Is that a bruise?" Donte asked looking closely

"Why the hell happened to you?" August asked getting more involved in the conversation.

"Who did this?" Donte continued to ask as I closed the door in panic

"Malaysia open this damn door." Donte demanded as soon as I closed it

"She don't want help Donte lets go" August suggested

"Donte leave me alone" I suggested from the other side of the door.

"Malaysia I'm trying to help you even though I don't want to." Donte explained

"Just leave me alone" I begged

"Malaysia let us in" Donte begged sounding concerned

"I can't" I responded

"Why?"

"Cause I'm embarrassed and you're gonna judge me" I admitted

"Malaysia we're tying to help you." Donte calmly announced

"Ma open this damn door it's hot as hell outchea. We tryna help you or whatever" August finally spoke out as I slowly opened the door.

"Now what the hell happened to your face?" Donte asked

"Where the hell have you been?" August questioned

"One question at a time" I mumbled

"Where you been?" August repeated

"Home"

"Why?"

"Because of my bruises." I admitted not making eye contact.

"Bruises is plural which means there is more than one." August explained as I nodded my head

"How did these bruises get here?" Donte asked as I sighed loudly