I DIDN'T EDIT THIS! Part 1, Next chapter i'm going to try and filter words so I won't have to make it private. Anybody else here hates school? Monday? *raises hand quickly*
[August, The following Night]
“Daddy these flowers for meee?” Kailtyn looked up grinning holding the flowers tight in her chest.
“I brought them for my baybeh. Give daddy a kiss.” I bent over puckering my lips to her and she turned my face to the side kissing me.
“You too big to kiss ya’ daddy on the lips na’ Kay Kay?” I smiled.
“Mhmm.” She smiled looking at her flowers.
“You like em’?”
She grinned, brightly. “Love em Daddy. I go show Callie.”
“Ain’t Callie sleepin’?” I asked.
She stood there thinking on if she was or not. “I don’t know Daddy but if she sleepin’ I’m gonna pull back the skin on her eyes and show her my flowers.” She said seriously. "I do her dat yesterday and her eyeball was just rolling around!" She shrieked laughing.
I looked up at Mama. “Mama, Please don’t leave this lah’ girl with Travis baybeh. She ain’t right.” I chuckled.
“I know, the other day she tried to take her out of the crib standing on a cardboard box.” Mama laughed, slapping her knee.
“Kaitlyn, you ain’t right.” I looked at her.
“I wanted to hooold her! I sorry.” She smiled looking down.
“Look Daddy gotta go. Imma see you tonight okay. Imma come back for you.” I touched the top of her head.
“No you not. You goin’ by Ms.Phe Phe and you not gonna come back.” She folded her arms looking up at me.
“Daddy promise he gonna come back. He ain’t seen you in weeks of course he gonna come back.”
“Okay.Bye.” She said calmly, before she ran up stairs, not even giving me a kiss. When I showed up she was running and screaming, hugging on me. She jealous I going to see Phe.
“Boy you know you not gonna come back here for her. Once you see Phoebe its gonna be all clear from there.” Mama bumped my shoulder.
“Why everybody sayn I ain’t finna come back? I will.”
“Mhmmm. Whatever. And Phoebe don’t know you’re here?”
“Nah, imma just show up at her crib. She disobeying me Mama, I don’t what the hell wrong with her. She said she was gonna stay inn' house with Kaitlyn and Brent nd she over there in that lonely ass apartment. I told her not to go up there by ha’self.”
“I think she’s stressed out. Her hair looked like it wasn’t combed in days.”
I sighed, pulling a hand down my face. “I know she been real ad bout her Jobs.”
“Hit her hard?” She asked.
“Yeh’, you know how she be already. She just be worrying for nuttn’.” I shrugged. “Ima fuck the dude that got her fired up. He don’t know me.”
“Stop cursing in my house!” She smacked me with the towel in her hand.
“Sorry, I just want to beat his ass again.”
She sighed. “I know you love Phoebe, but you have to think about your career and your endorsements. You can’t just be going around beating people up.”
“Why not, he hit Phoebe.” I snapped.
She looked shocked. “He hit her?”
“I think Kaitlyn was tryna’ tell me that she saw a man choke Phoebe, and I know it was him. I should snap his bulky lookin’ ass in two. Touching Phoebe.”
“Well why didn’t she say anything?”
“ ‘Cause Mama, that’s how Phoebe is. She think she tough, when she know se ain’t. She gonna keep all the secrets inside and then wanna take it out in our relationship and that’s whea’ I stay getting’ mad at her for. I know she lying to me.”
“Maybe she’s just looking out for you son, she seems like the type to protect other before herself.” She suggested.
“Ion care Mama. Phoebe gotta stop alla this lying and hiding shit.” I grabbed the flowers off of the table I had brought for her.
“Well when you go to see her, be nice. She’s too soft, you want to show her that you understand. Don’t scream at her.”
“Don’t do what?” I scoffed. “ I can’t make any promises. Imma see you Ma’.” I leaned over and pecked her forehead.
“Be gentle with her August.”
“Yeh’, Yeh’.”
[Phoebe—At her Apartment]
It was getting late, probably minutes to ten now and I was here sitting in front of the mirror, wiping the makeup from around my eye. I still wasn’t answering August’s calls, I just didn’t want to have to explain what happened to him over the phone.
“We are living….Single. Yes, we’re living the Single life.” Buzzed from the television in my bedroom. For some reason when I was feeling sad, I would watch Re-runs of Living Single and the Parkers and even Moesha.
They made me feel …OKAY. I was trying to keep myself from worrying. Worrying about what the media would soon say. What Heather and Brent didn’t do. What Malcolm had the audacity to do. What Job I would get next. Where the hell Roscoe was. Why my Mother hadn’t called me, not that I wanted her to.
Just worrying. Worrying about shit, irrelevant shit I’d just like to wash away for a moment. I’ve learnt that I’m human. And that I make mistakes. And that I cry a lot and make it hard for people to love and understand me. Make it hard for them to care about me.
But that’s okay, I’m just learning to tame my demons, but first I have to figure out where they hide.
I couldn’t stay in August’s house again , sleeping in his bed, smelling his intoxicating scent, made me feel even worse. I couldn’t even look at Brent, so I took my stuff and left. And came over here. I haven’t been here for weeks, and it feels kind of okay to be here by myself.
The fear I have of Malcolm is no longer, comedic. I’m terrified of him. He’s some sort of stalker and serial killer who cuts people with butter knives. He looks like that type. I locked all the locks on the door and I basically ran through the hallway anxious to get inside.
I couldn’t take seeing him here, alone. He would definitely kill me then.
My eye was going down, but he had given me this bruise on my chin from the ground and it was hurting really badly. My eye had this purplish ring around it and I hated looking at myself in the mirror. It would just baffle me, how I lt things slip away through my fingers from that first time he came up to me in my classroom, making advances.
I should’ve done something from there, but I was too caught up with August and what he wanted, to be serious about it.
I sighed, throwing my makeup-remover wipe into the circular short bin, under my vanity mirror.
“Synclaire, what are you doing?” Maxine asked on the TV. I shrugged out of my robe, leaving me in this girly pajama set that August had bought for me. I really like this on. It was silk and soft and it made me feel pretty.
Just as I was about to pull back the covers. The door. I think I heard the door bang. I quickly pulled back on my robe, tying it in the front.
I didn’t know who it was, I was so scared and my heart was beating, racing with Nascar.
I scurried to the door, nervously standing on my tip toes , looking through the peephole, but flowers were blocking it. Oh My God. Is this guy insane, did Malcolm really come here?
“I--if it’s you, please just go away! The police will be here any minute!” I shouted putting my face against the door.
“Phoebe if you don’t open this do’.”
Wait. It’s not Malcolm, it’s August! I want to back flip and do cartwheels, but my body is too sore for that tomfoolery. “Au—August?” I ask for security.
“Open the do’ baybeh.”
Oh my God, what am I going to do? He’s going to be angry at me. Oh, I hope he’s not drunk. Angry and drunk never work with him.
“I---I’m coming.” I said loud enough for him to hear, as I pulled the pony tail out of my hair trying to pull some of my hair over my eye.
“Damn Phoebe whatchu doin’? You got a notha’ nigga in dere?”
“No!” I said in a mild cackle. He could always make me smile.
I began unlocking the doors, as he banged in the door impatiently. I finally opened the door, pulling it back and there he really is standing there, in all his beauty.
“August.” I smiled, as he stepped towards me lifting me up under my butt, closing in the door.
“Missed me?” He asked, nearly dropping the flowers under his arm.
“So much baby.” I grinned grabbing onto his face, as he swallowed mine eagerly. His breath taste likes…wait, is that pineapples?
I pulled away looking at him through my strands hair. “You’ve been drinking?” I asked patiently.
He ignored me and pushed me by the nape of my neck back onto his mouth, as he kissed me like he was starving. I knew he was…if you know what I mean.
“Mmm. Baby.” I said holding my arms around his neck, opening my eyes to look at him.
“I missed you.” He said sweetly trying to push the hair out of my face, but I jumped off of him backing away.
“What wrong witchu?” He asked confused.
“N—nothing.” I said looking down tightening my robe.
“Everytime you can’t look at meh, or you start that stuttering shit. I know you lying. Come here to me.” He said.
“Are those flowers for me?” I asked trying to take them out of his hand but he grabbed me. Oh No.
“August ! Wa---it.” Was all I could get out before he tilted my head back and my hair moved, exposing my eye.
He dropped the flowers onto the ground , causing them to separate and petals to disperse. His lips pursed together and his grip tightened on my arm. I started twitching trying to get away.
“What the fuck happened to ya’ eye?” He exclaimed obviously angry.
“Oh baby, plase don’t curse at me. Nothing.” I started to feel my nerves shift.
“Who fucked up ya’ eye Phoebe don’t make me ask you again.”
I looked away but he grabbed my chin steadying my gaze, zooming his eyes into mine.
“M—Malcolm.” I said about to tear up.
“That’s why you ain’t been answering my calls? That’s why you came back ova’ hea’? Phoebe how this shit happen?” He asked sternly.
“I—I.”
“Stop stuttering and tell me.”
“Baby, please don’t be mad. Heather and I went to the club, and I got angry and went ouside and the next thing I know. He crept up on me and he just starting hitting me. I’m sorry baby.” I said trying to get him to hold me instead of grabbing me.
“The fuck Brent was at?”
“H—He was inside. With Heather. I told him not to follow me I was angry!”
He looked at my eye before his hands touched the bruise of my chin and I saw his eyes go bloodshot red. His grasp released and he let out an angry, hulk-like shout and I knew now, this wasn’t good.
“Phoebe! I tol’ you to let Brent go witchu every whea’! Do you listen?” He said with his eyebrows furrowed making a fiery hot bride on his forehead.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I said on the verge of tears.
“Look at ya’ fucking face.” He said shouting down at me, furious. “Whea’ this nigga stay at!?” He asked me like I knew.
“Oh August Babe, you don’t have to hurt him because he hurt me. I’m okay now you’re here.” I said trying to hold his face, but he wouldn’t stop pacing back and forth. He pushed my hands off of him.
“Phoebe you just make me so mad. Don’t touch me right na'.” He barkd down and me and then when he coudn't find something to squeeze, or take his anger out on, he flung his fist at the wall.
“You don’t listen to me Phoebe!” He said as he took up my sapphire coloured vase throwing it against the wall. I jumped hearing the loud crash as it shattered against my floor.
“August please. Stop it. You don’t have to break anything.”
“Imma fuck him up. And you think ion know he choked you too? Imma get his ass.” Oh dear. Drats.
“H—How do you know?” I asked.
“Kay Kay been having night mares about that shit. Why the hell you tell ha not to tell me Phoebe? You like him doing all this shit to you?”
I gasped. “No! I want him to stop. I just didn’t want you to get worked up and do something crazy. Baby I love you and I don’t want to jeopardize your career, I know how much that means to you.” I said looking up into his eyes.
“My career ain’t mean shit, if you ain’t good. I—I can’t even look atchu’ right now baybeh. Look what he done did to your eye.” His palm held my face and his thumb, grazed over my eyelashes. A few tears slipped out of my lids, thinking about how I’d have to tell August he peed on me.
“Stop cryin’.” He said wiping away my tears.
“I’m sorry.”
“Is that all he did to you? He hit you and made you bust ya’ chin?”
“I can’t tell you. You’ll be mad.” I peeped out, as he held my face.
“Don’t tell me he tried to have his way witchu?” He asked aggressively.
“No. Not that.”
“Then what he do?”
“H---He , baby he urinated on me.” I said in a little whisper, so ashamed. Replaying those events in my head.He just stared at me, like I was insane, and his face which I thought was red, turned hot, and a steaming red.
“Say what na’?”
“Baby, I didn’t anticipate he would do that. He got angry and grabbed my hair.”
He stood there looking at me like he was astonished, in disbelief. Shocked. He couldn’t believe Malcolm would something like that to me. I didn’t want August to leave and go and try and kill Malcolm.
That was unnecessary , what goes around comes around and I don’t want August facing the wrong end of a gun, because of his girlfriend. I understood that he thought it was his responsibility to protect me, but he protects me by just staying here with me.
I look out for his best intrest, because I know if something happesn to him, i'd be torn. Not forgetting Kaitlyn.
“I gotta go.” Was all he said before he let go of my face heading towards the door.
“Where are you going August! I didn’t tell you that so you can kill him. He’s crazy baby.”
He didn’t respond to me, so I grabbed the back of his shirt. “Where are you going?” I said as my nails tugged at his shirt.
“Phe, let my shit go. I need to take care a’ something.”
“Baby no. Please don’t leave me. I want you to stay here and take care of me.” I said , amused with myself. He dropped the door handle and turned around to me.
“This nigga piss on you and you actn like it ain’t a big deal!” He said loudly, sounding like thunder had clapped.
“But baby if you go and fight him and try to hurt him. You’re going to end up in jail, and then I’ll be here alone, for him to come and stalk me again and hurt me again. Is that what you want? Kaitlyn to hav no father. I'm begging you.”
He looked at me for a moment, and I placed my hands against the button on his shirt, unfastening it.
"Think about it. He's not worth it. Right?" I asked batting my eyelashes.
“Stop it Phe, you seducin' me when I’m trying to shoot somebody. I know you ain’t ready.” He said sternly, grabbing my wrists.
“I’m not seducing you. And I am ready, I just want you. Don’t you want me baby? I’ve missed you. So much. I need you.” I said causing him to let go of my wrist as I continued opening his shirt.
“I missed you so much, and I want you to take care of me tonight. Please, if you will.” I looked into his orbs for eyes, as I placed my lips against his chest, as I continued to stare up at him.
"Why you doin' this to me?" He groaned.
I knew seducing August was the only way he'd stay and not catch a case. He was so hot headed, i'm surprised he was even listening to me speak.
“Doing what?Don’t you leave me tonight. I’ve missed you and I’m ready.” I said and he dragged his hands through my hair, as I grabbed a hold of his belt buckle.
“I’m posed ta protect you Phe. Got niggas thinkin’ imma punk if I stay hea’ and ain’t do shit about this nigga.”
“But you know. And I know, that you’re no punk. And even if you were , you’re my punk. That I want to take care of me.” I looked up at him pulling his belt out of the loops, dropping it to the floor.
“Imma fuck Brent up too. He ain’t doing his job.” He mumbled as I pushed him gently against the door, hugging him around his neck.
“People finna start thinkin’, I’m the one beating your ass. Givin’ you black eyes and busted lips. Phoebe, this shit hurtin’ me on the inside.”
“I know baby. Don’t think about it. I’m trying not to.”
“Imma kill him. Imma blow his ass up for doing that shit to you. I gots links.”
“I’m sure you do.” I said dragging my fingertips against his now recently chiseled abdomen. He has been excising.
“I’ve missed you so much.” I said grumbled into his skin. I knew he had cancelled his part in touring with Usher for the next final days. That was the only way he could be here. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to happen.
Kaitlyn was supposed to tell him, and I was supposed to be glad about this. Hiding all of what Malcolm had done to me, was becoming heavy, on my back and I just wanted to tell him, he needed to know.
“C’mon let me go Phe, I gotta make some calls for this nigga.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” I said hopping onto his waist, forcing him to hold me up around him as I wrapped my legs around his back.
I pulled his arms out of his shirt while he held onto my back. It fell to the floor and I pulled my fingers through some of the little grits he had for hair at the back of his neck.
“You’re hair.” I mumbled chasing my lips over his earlobe. “It’s grown.”
“I’m posed ta’ be mad.” He said. “You not helping Phoebe, I want to break some shit, something.” He groaned.
“Break my new headboard baby.” I cracked a little smiled against his skin and I felt his stomach shake and shimmy against mine as he chuckled.
“You still on taking ya’ pills?” He asked as he stepped over the broken glass on the floor, walking into my bedroom.
“Yes. Everyday.”
I heard him sigh under his breath and I kind of wondered why. But I didn’t want to ask or pry, to ruin the moment. I hadn’t smiled in days and now I can’t stop feeling tingly.
“You sure bout’ this Phe?” I pulled my lips away from his neck looking up at him.
“If you promise to be gentle.” He kissed my lips, feeling me up with honey and I melted somewhere over the Himalayas, feeling warm on the inside again. With him. Here in my bed. Again, hoping he could put all my worries to rest.
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