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...
From Peter: Why are you not at work? Received at 12:39
From Peter: Remember what I told you yesterday. Received at 12:43
From Peter: Bet. Ima be over there in a little since you think you can do this shit to me. Received at 12:57
I sighed, reading all of the text messages I had received from Peter. Yesterday was really an eye opener for me. I have to get away from Peter. Which means, I have to find a different apartment building to live at, change my number, and find a different job. August thought it would be better if I didn't work for Peter anymore. At first I wasn't to fond of that idea, because I obviously need a job so I can be able to take care of Christian and myself. But after talking to August more, the idea was starting to make sense. I didn't want to be uncomfortable or scared at work.
"Who textin yo phone? Shit been goin off since I picked y'all up?" August asked.
"Peter. He's on his way to my place, I guess." I shrugged, walking away from August to go check on Christian.
Once I seen that he was okay, I walked back into August's room.
"Walk away from me again and it's gon be a problem." August said, pulling me to him.
I smirk, pushing him away from me. "You don't want these problems."
His right eyebrow rose and he began square up with me. "What's good then? You been talkin slick since I met yo big headed ass."
I laughed, covering my mouth. "I'd rather have a big head then a super strong chin."
He laughed, clapping his hands. "Aight, aight, you got that one. Don't say that shit no more."
I smiled , hugging him. "I'm sorry, August.
"Gon' chile. You hurt ma' feelins." He said, pouting.
I stare at his lips wanting to kiss him, but I didn't want to cross certain boundaries.
"Why you starin at a nigga?" He smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Because I really want to kiss you, b-but I'm scared." I mumbled, letting my head drop.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want Peter to find out and hit me again. He always finds a way to just pop up." I said.
I felt August's finger under my chin as he lifts my head back up. "He not gon' touch you baybeh, I gotchu."
He leaned down to my level and placed his soft lips on mine. I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. Kissing August is a dream come true. I knew right here, right now, I was in love with August Alsina.
I pulled away, staring up at him. His eyes were locked on mine, clenching his jaw. I love him a lot already and I have no idea if he feels the same way. Should I tell him?
"August, I-I think I love you." I blurted out and immediately wanted to die from the look on his face.
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