You Deserve ( August Alsina Fanfiction )

Let's Talk...Pt.2

"You ready?", I asked walkin' in da kitchen as I threw away our trash.

"Yeah. Let me get my notepad.", she said reachin' in ha' purse.

Several seconds lata she pulled out ha' notepad, glasses & a pen.

"Okay so last time we talked about your name & your father. What about your Mom?"

I smiled ta' myself & shook ma' head.

"Dats ma' first lady & whea I get ma' support. She one of da' strongest women I've met. I luh ha' wit all ma' heart."

"Awe. Are you guys really close?", she asked softly.

"Kinda. We not close like we used ta' be but it's betta than no relationship at all."

She nodded her head as she wrote somethin' down on ha' notepad then looked up at me when she was done.

"What would you say downsized the relationship between you guys?", she asked.

"Many things. But da main ones have ta' be my step pops & me sellin'."

"You sold drugs?", she asked bitin' on her pen a lil.

"Yeah. Fa' a couple of years. See I grew up in da' true meanin' of da struggle or da' hood. Me, ma' brothas & sista had ta' share a room. We had one bathroom & sometimes all we ate were noodles, bread, pokin-beans & we had oatmeal fa' breakfast. Some nights ma' Mama would give up her plate just so one of us can eat. Afta like a couple weeks in ma' 12th grade year in high school, I dropped out. I got tired of teachas bitchin' at me, homework, & ma' grades were startin' ta' slippin'. Don't get it twisted tho' I was always smart, but I just started gettin' lazy. I got tired of wearin' my brotha clothes. We barely had enough ta' get new clothes. So I wanted ta' get ma' own shit & not depend on nobody. One of da' dudes I knew tole me bout how he sell & how much he make & I wanted dat. So dats whea it started.", I said.

"I totally understand. What about your step father? What happened?"

"Um. Shit he's been in my life since I was 1, when I was a jit. & it's like he don't realize his place or some shit. My Mama put him befo' cuz she too worried bout him & makin' sure he good befo' she check up on us. Especially when he on drugs & she not helpin' him, just makin' it worse. & that has always pissed me off but yet hurt me at da' same time, ya' feel me? Cuz hea I am ya' own son & blood but his needs come first when ya' kids need love & attention."

As I was informin' ha' she looked genuinely concerned.

"Oh my gosh. Do you communicate with him?", she asked.

"Ion got no reason ta' talk ta' him. He tole me all ma' life dat I'll neva be shit. So it's whateva. If I see him thea ain't nothing' ta' speak bout. He not ma' real Pops & we don't have no relationship. Ma' Pops not hea no mo & you not takin' his place."

Again she went back ta' writin'.

"What happened after you dropped out of school & started selling drugs?"

"Uh. Ma' Mama put me out.", I said nonchalantly.

"Are you serious? Why?"

"Yeah. She put me out when I was 16-17."

FLASHBACK

"August! Wake your ass up!", I heard as ma' door opened.

I opened one eye & saw Mama wit a red, pissed off face. I groaned & pulled da' pillow ova ma' face.

"August Anthony if you do not get up, the ambulance will have to pick your yellow ass up!"

"Aight Mama I'm up. What is it?", I mumbled sittin' up.