Broken Promises|Sequel to Promise Me (August Alsina)

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen -

Threats (2)

Live an expensive life and I'm just getting started

I get instant hype cause you forever my lady

Forever my baby (real life)

Hold you down, hold you down

Girl you helped me up when I was down

In and out, girl

Hold you down like I'm supposed to

-August Alsina

A U G U S T

The whole ride to Bri's place, and where Demarie stays, was silent. I cut off the car, looking at Demarie.

"Are you gone unlock the door?" She says.

I shook my head. "Nah'."

She finally looked my way. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Ma' do you got some to tell me?"

She looked shocked for a slick sec' but brushed it off. "What?'

"Jay said you had to tell me something."

"Oooo, I'm cuss her out." She mumbled under her breathe, but I heard her.

"So, you do got sum' to tell me.."

"Can you let me out cause' you really pissing me off?" Demarie' says, getting a attitude.

"Not until you tell me wassup' ma'."

"I'M FUCKING PREGNANT, OKAY!"

"Oh, I been knew that. I thought it was something else.." I say, nonchalantly.

"Oh? That's all you gone say." Attitude coming out more in each word.

I chuckled. "What else imma say?"

"Ugh, I swear.. Can you just let me out?" I unlocked the doors. "That is the reason why I'm not keeping this baby." She mumbled under her breath, getting out the car. I still heard her.

I rolled down the window. "Demarie, don't fucking play with me!"

D E M A R I E

I went straight to my room, passing up Bria, throwing my stuff on the bed. Starting to the bathroom, my phone rung. It was Daquan. I decided to answer it, since I haven't answered his calls the past week.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Why you haven't answering my calls?!" He barked through the phone.

I took the phone from my ear, looking at it. Who in the hell is he talking to? Not I.

Putting the phone back to my ear.

"Nigga, I don't know who you talking to like that. Not Demarie, 'cause I'ma grown ass women. When you get your mind right, call me back and maybe we can talk." I hung up the phone. Today is not the day. My phone vibrated a few seconds later, letting me I had a text message. I opened it.

(Daquan): Watch yo' back, bitch! 9:45p.m

I rolled my eyes, setting my phone down. Walking into the bathroom, I ran some bath water. After getting un-dressed then turning on some music, I got inside the tub. I closed my eyes, letting the music fill me.

Somebody real is hard to find

Somebody worth all your time

Somebody who can tell you the truth

Someone who loves you for you

Someone who knows all of your flaws &

Doesn't impose, try to control them

Let's you be free

Doesn't deceive &

Gives you a chance to believe

Believe in something

Is that too much?

Cause I've been on the search and I'm losing my hope

Is that too much? Is that too much?

Trying to find love in a world so cold

Is that too much?

I just want an answer, I can't be the only one

Is that too much?

You ain't got to be perfect

Just give me a purpose to love

I just want somebody (body)

To treat me like somebody (body)

Won't be like everybody (body)

All you got to do is love me for me baby...

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"Demarie' Carter?"

I took a deep breath getting up, following the nurse to the back.

"Ms. Carter what brings you in today?"

"I-uh was trying to see about an abortion."

"Well, there are two ways to get an abortion, either the pill or in the clinic.

"Can I get one today?" I ask her.

"Yes, um.. Just put this on and I'll be right back." She handed me a grown, leaving the room. I changed into the gown then sat back onto the examination table. The nurse returned a few seconds later.

"Okay, I'm going to need you to sign this."

She handed me the paper. I looked over it. It was basically saying if anything happened it wouldn't be there fault. I signed my name, giving it back.

"Lay back for me."

I laid back, closing my eyes. "I'm sorry." I touched my stomach.

'Demarie' what are you doing girl? You can't do this. What was you thinking.' I thought to myself. I jumped up. "Stop! I can't do this. Getting off the table, I start to get dressed.

"Wait, you already signed the paper." The nurse spoke.

"Excuse my language, but fuck that paper." I grabbed my stuff, leaving.

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Demarie'?

August?

Thoughts?

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