August
"What tha' fuck kinda bullshit you on? I don't even rememba' what happened last night. You could be telling me anythang. No matta' how faded I was I would rememba' fuckin' some braud."
She flinched as if I had physically slapped her. I felt like slapping her ass because she was fucking with a nigga. I know this shit can't be happening. If this shit is true, I know there is no way in hell I will survive.
"So you don't remember me riding your dick and sucking it too?" She stepped closer to me
"Man if you don't ge-"
"Yeah son tell me do you remember?" I heard my momma say from behind me.
I turned around and I wanted to run, but ain't no need of running now. I looked up and Mrs. Sylvia was standing there glaring at me skinny ass.
"Who's this tramp?" Sylvia asked in a calm tone, but I knew that she was anything but calm.
Camille didn't say anything she looked around at all of us and finally hurried down the hall. I stood there praying silently that a nigga wasn't about to die. At this point I deserved to die because if I don't Desire is gon' kill my ass.
"August you my son and I love you, but you ain't shit right now. How could you be so heartless and leave when your wife was pregnant? What the hell is going on with you?"
"Momma I'm just in a messed up place right now. I had to get away.
"Away from what August?"
I looked at my momma and glanced at Sylvia. Looking at the expressions on their faces told me all hell was about to break loose.
"Mrs. Sylvia I-"
"You damn right you sorry. You a sorry ass excuse for a husband. I told you the last time to get your shit together and here you dumb ass go fucking up again. Who is that lil floozy?"
"Her name is Camille and she married."
"Damn two fools." My momma said.
"Did you sleep with her?" Sylvia asked.
"Honestly I don't know. I was drunk last night and I don't know what happened afterwards."
Before I could prepare myself from getting hit outta nowhere my momma slapped my ass across the face. I held my face and mugged her, but I knew that I deserved it and then some.
"Well you can kiss your damn marriage goodbye. You had a good thing August and you going through whatever the fuck you going through and hurting people. Oh and your wife had the baby, but she is in a semi-coma from hemorrhaging." Sylvia said while shaking her head.
"Is she okay? Is the baby okay. Why y'all here if this is the case?"
"We here because we came to find out what the hell was going on with you, but I guess we see clearly now, but I'ma tell you son, you can't expect Desire to keep putting up with your shit and forgiving you because that's not fair to her and its selfish. At this point if she leaves I won't feel sorry for your confused ass."
I leaned up against the wall and slid down on the floor. I needed to release these demons that were taking control of me and my life. I never knew that me doing dirt the way that I did would make me feel this way and cause me to be so damn insecure. I have been here working and I got caught up in the conversation with Camille, but it was never nothing other than conversation.
Turned out that she is an event planner and she planned as well as organized the after parties that I attended. She got to talking to me about her husband and then I started talking about my problems and we formed a bond, but nothing sexual or at least I hope we didn't because I can't remember shit.
