Life After Marriage Book 3

NOT AGAIN PART 2

**** Yo y'all check out teamaugustalsinanation instagram page. She put up some throwback videos of Aug singing "A Change Is Gonna Come." It's the first videos up. And you can see Trav and Mel in the background standing up supporting Aug. Trav is the one jumping up and down. I got total chills man. Total chills. 

http://instagram.com/teamaugustalsinanation/

Does anybody know if the owner of that page is on wattpad?

Anyway,  here's part 2. ****

AMBER P.O.V. -

I didn’t have to work today and the kids were off at school. I decided to lie down because my body had been in excruciating pain. Mainly my back. The stress of everything was just getting to me physically and I needed to rest my body.

I closed my eyes to go to sleep, but was awoken by a rumbling sound in the room. I looked over to see August with a huge suit case. Putting his things in it.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

“Where are you going?”

He ignored me and went in the bathroom to get his toiletries. I hugged my knees, sighed and shook my head.

“Are you really leaving?” I asked as he came out the bathroom with his things.

“Where my ties at?” He ignored me looking in his closet.

“Leaving is not going to solve anything August. We need to talk about this.”

“Fuck it. I’ll find them myself.” He rumbled through our drawers till he found where I put his new set of ties. He put them in the bag, then left out the room. I heard him go downstairs.

I laid back on the bed, rubbing my temples. Trying to relieve the pressure build up I felt in my head.

I didn’t get him at all. Most times he was the absolute sweetest man on earth. But when he went into asshole mode, he was a totally different person.

We argue so you leave? Exactly how you used to do?

If anybody should be leaving it should be me. Especially the way he came at me the other day.

He came back in the room with a handful of his underwear that I left on top of the washer with the intention of folding. He packed it in his bag. He got his cologne off the dresser, as well as his brush and comb and put it in the bag. Then zipped it up.

“I’ll be here to pick up my kids in the morning for school.” He picked up the bag and left out.

I carefully got out the bed. As my back was still hurting, and went downstairs to follow him. But unfortunately, by the time I got down there he was already gone.

AUGUST P.O.V. –

“What the hell is all this shit?” Sneak asked me as I brought my luggage in and put it in my office.

Not the operating room. I had an additional office with a desk and stuff that I used for client consultations and my personal business. I brought it in there because I didn’t want anybody breaking in my car for my shit.

“I had to go.” I said sitting the luggage in the corner.

“Go where?” He looked at me confused standing in my doorway.

I sat on the desk and scratched my head.

“Leave the house.”  

“What happened man?” He folded his arms, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.