Sarah Marshall.
A 21 year old, single mother. Five years ago, at the age of 16, she was brutally beaten and raped by her ex Raymond Brown. He impregnated her and left her to die.
Nine months later after the incident, she birthed a beautiful baby boy...
I got to the studio around 9:30, which is earlier than usual for me. Since I would be filling in for Peter, I wanted to be here early so I could manage things better. And I got in contact with some people, a friend of August, who was going to be here around ten o'clock to help with one of the songs on his upcoming album.
I decided I would come to work alone and leave my precious baby back at the apartment with the babysitter I hired some days ago. It was so hard to get Christian to stay home for the day. I know I spoil my baby a lot, but what he did this morning in front of the babysitter was totally unacceptable. He was kicking, screaming, yelling, throwing a huge temper tantrum for no reason.
The morning was a totally no for me. Especially Peter. When Peter left, I looked in the mirror and seen that I had a huge hand print bruise on my neck. Peter knew I bruise super easy and for him to choke me and pull on my hair like he did was unacceptable. I've noticed that everything that happened this morning was just a wake up call. But, what can I do? He could end my life with just a snap of a finger. Plus, I have a son to look out for.
I'm scared for my life. What if I try to leave and he does the same thing Raymond did when I tried to escape? The mere thought of what happened years ago sent chills down my spine.
"Whatcha doin' hea' so early? You don't usually come in dis' early." I jump, turning around to see August.
"Jesus, dude! You can't be sneaking up on black people like that. That'll get you hit." I said, holding my chest.
He laughed, playfully rolling his eyes at me. "You won't hit me, baybeh, so stop allat frontin' like you bout dat action."
"I could be." I blushed.
"Really na?" He smirked, raising his eyebrow in a questioning manner.
"Anyways, I'm here because I have your friend coming through in about 10 minutes." I said.
"I ain' got friends, baybeh."
"So I'm not your friend?" I asked, pouting unintentionally.
August Alsina
"So I'm not your friend?" She asked, poutin' ha' lips.
I smirked. "Yeah, you are. You ma' best friend lil baybeh, na stop allat poutin'."
She blushed, turnin' away from me. "Okay, August."
Soon 10 o'clock came and I was in da' studio with Sarah, talkin' bout our lil "play date dinner" ta'night.
"Ya' gon' jack ma' style again?" I asked, jokin' with ha'.
"N-no." She smiled.
"Come hea', Sarah." I licked ma' lips. I watched ha' as she walked ha' fine ass ova' ta' me. She stared down at ma' lips, scootin' closer ta' me.
"Y-yes August."
I pulled ha' on ma' lap, but befo' I could do what I wanted ta' do, the dumb ass do' busted wide open and ma' nigga Breezy walked his light bright ass in.
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