August
(August 17)
"August"
"Chile get up"
I turned on the hard cold floor as Ms.Monica shook me trynna wake me up. I finally got up , and gave her my full attention, wonderin' why she woke me up out my sleep at 10 inna' mornin'.
"Get up boy ya' comin' wit me , no if's and or but's about it" she said with her hands on her hips givin' sass while rollin' her neck.
"Wea we goin'?"
"My place , the weather gettin' bad , I let all my workers leave early and I aint finna let you get caught up in that storm boy nah get up."
I sighd' as I got up , even though I didnt wanna rely on Ms.Monica to look after me , she still took the time out her day to make sure I was straight.
I quickly folded the sheets and put them up as I followed Ms.Monica to the front of the store retrieving the umbrella she had awaiting , opening it up holding it over both of our heads, while we power walked to her car.
The rain started to pour down harder the moment we both got into the car, I laid my head on the window watching the rain drops fall on the window, leavin' us in complete silence.
"Talked to Sheila ?"
Ms.Monica asked breaking the silence between us. She knew about my momma and I problems and she been trynna get up to mend our relationship for the longest.
"Nahh really aint got nun to say to ha' "
She took her eyes off the road for a second to look at me while shaking her head sighn'.
"August im not trynna pressure ya' into nothin' but you needa try and reach out to her before it too late"
I ran my hands down my face before lookin' at her, understanding where she was comin from but the same way I should try and talk to her she should try and talk to me.
"Anthony talk t-"
I knew she was aggravated when she called me by my middle name but what confused me is when she stoppd' talkin' and swerved towards the right lane , stoppin' at the curb lettin' my window down leanin' ova'.
"Bzona!?" She yelled to the li' chick that was walkin' in the rain with her head down. Still not gettin' her attention, she reached in the backseat grabbin' a towel as she hurriedly got out the car walkin' towards the girl in the rain gettin' her attention.
Finally they turned around walkin' back to the car and I noticed it was the new chick she got workn' in the store.
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Bzona
"Thank you" I stated as I got into the car noticing the dude thats always in the store, guessin' its her son.
"No problem chile, nah wea' to?"
I sighd as I looked out the window. The problem was I didnt have no where to go at this moment.
"Uhm you can drop me off at the shelter around the corna' "
I finally said but as low as possible but figuring she still heard because she quickly look up at me through the rear mirror.
The shelter is where I been residing for the past few days and its been a livin' hell for me. It was nasty,filty and full of pervertive men.
"May I ask why" she asked as I begin to tell her how I struggled to pay the bills after I got laid off my job before I started to work for her.I had to make it known I was not tellin' her for pity, because I dont want any hand outs, but she still managed to lure me into stayin' with her for now.
I wad hoping I was going to be able to catch the rain before it had caught me but there I was stuck in it but theres people like Ms.Monica .
She's a blessing ,you never find anyone as carin' as her. Without her I wouldn't know where Ill be right now.
The rest of the car ride was silent until we pulled up into this house in a nice neighborhood. I hugged the towel she gave me closely, the dude that was in the front grabbed a umbrella before I could get out the car and sheltered me from gettn' wet-which was nonsense because I was already soaked-as Ms.Monica pulled off goin' to the grocery store to get something to cook tonight.
"Thanks"
He politely nodded as he walked me to the front door of the house unlocking it. The inside was as beautiful as the outside. It looked so homely and comfortable and had more than what I had in the apartment.
I stood off to the side since I was soaked as he sat on the couch watching the TV that was already on when we got here.
"The bathroom to ya' right, take dem' clothes off befo' ya' get sick" he finally spoke but still not taking his eyes off the TV.
I nodded as I followed his directions to where the bathroom was.
Hurriedly I cut on the shower allowing it to get hot before I stepped in and started to wash days old dirt off of me. Its been a while since I had a proper bath, normally I would have to take wash up in the stores sink.
That moment would make me appreciate the cold water in the apartment when I couldn't pay the electric bill.
After scrubbing what seemed for like a hour I stepped out the shower and retrieved some black tights and a black long shirt from my booksack-which luckily didnt get soaked in the rain-.
I stepped out after putting on my clothes seeing that Ms.Monica still havent came back from the store.
Even though Im more to myself I went over to the other couch and started to watch TV, occasionally looking over at him as he laughed while watching Martin.
"Whats your name?"
I awkwardly broke the silence
"August"
It took him a long time to answer but when he finally did he never took his eyes off the TV.
"Bzona..uhm your Ms.Monica son right?"
He finally took his eyes off the Tv, laughing histerically in my face, like whatever I said was funny.
I scrunched up my face in confusion before he spoke again.
" Nah but sum like that" licking his lips he intensively stared at me , I guess awaiting a response, but im not the type to actually hold a conversation with someone I dont know.
I cleared my throat but before I could respond Ms.Monica walked through the door with many bags in her hand causing us both to get up and help her with the rest of the bags.
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Ms.M settled on cooking red beans and rice, fried chicken, mac-and cheese and cornbread.
We all settled at the table eating the dinner, since she didnt allow food in the other rooms.
The only thing that can be heard is our scrapings on the plates and smacking.
"This is so good, I don't remember the last time I ate a homecooked meal"
I laughed off my comment but it was the absolute truth.
"Oh chile' well ya' have all the homecooked food ya' can eat here."
Ms.Monica responded with pity-which is somethin' I dont want but I knew she didnt mean any harm.
We all ate our food in silence. When we was finished she insisted I didnt have to help wash the dishes so I went to the guest room and layed down to sleep the day off.
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