Chapter 18

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**** Glad to hear Aug is doing better. I had a mini rant earlier on my profile. Man, I was heated. Y'all can keep this man supplied with solo cups and weed but no food? Come on man. 

And omg that breakfast club interview smh lol, what he said his fans say to Sevyn. Aug fans stop threating Sev's life. lol Thanks LourDarden for putting me on to the interview. Y'all notice when Aug gets real comfortable his NOLA accent get real strong? 

I included the link for those who didn't see it. 

Sata in the m/m. **** 

 

AMBER P.O.V. –

It had been three days since I heard from August. I needed someone to talk to about this situation. I tried calling Tanya, but her and Rell were in L.A. for a show he had to do. My mother of course was with Governor Parker.

So it was just me. Alone in this house, without my daughter or anybody else. And it hurt. Because I’m always there for everybody else, but when I need somebody, no one’s there. But usually that’s how life goes.

I admit I shouldn’t have said what I said to August, but that was no reason for him to abandon me. He would get angry millions of times, and I would just forgive him. He was wrong for not doing the same thing with me.

In between crying, I busied myself making a scrapbook of Assata’s pictures from birth until now. It was my intention to give it to August as a gift at the Sip’N’See but since that’s not happening anymore, I’ll just make it to make it.

I sat trying to put the scrapbook together, but I was having separation anxiety being away from Assata. So, even though I didn’t want to talk to him, I got up the nerve to call him. On the second ring it went to voicemail.

About fifteen minutes later, he called my phone.

“What?” He said with an attitude.

“When are you bringing Sata home?”

“If you want her, come over here and get her. Cause I’m not coming over there anymore unless it’s to pick her up.”

“Whatever.” I hung up. I brushed my teeth again. Put my hair up. And when over to Cha’s apartment.

As I got out the car, a heavy set man with a brown paper bag full of beer I assume. was walking in the door.

“Hold it.” I yelled out.

He gave me a pervotic look with a creepy smile.

“Thickums. Thickums. Ooo wee. If your man ain’t treating ya right, call me baby.” He said as he held the door and I walked in.

“Thank you.” I hurried off to take the stairs. Not wanting to ride the elevator with him.

I took a deep breath and knocked on Cha’s door. I heard running to the door then it opened.

“Auntie Amb!” Chay said in excitement and hugged me.

The other girls followed and pulled me inside.

 “Assata didn’t cry when I held her.” Kay said.

“Me neither.” Chay said excited.

“She cried with Noonie cause Noonie loud.” Kay looked at Noonie.

“Shut up.” Noonie pushed Kay.

Kay pushed her back. They went back and forth.

“Y’all cut that out.” Cha came out the bathroom brushing her hair.

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