"I didn't mean fa' allat ta happen. I was on some shit, I'm sawry." He begged, tears falling from his eyes on to my face.

We were still in our current position. Him on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.

"Get off me!" I screamed. At this point flashbacks were invading my mind. Making me feel worthless, helpless, scared, and traumatized all over again.

He muffled my loud sobs by covering my mouth with his hands. When he did that, it's like my body went into overdrive.

I couldn't breathe.

I was zoning out.

The one thing I never thought I was going to have to do was relive and revisit such a traumatic event that happened in my life.

"Get off me!" I screamed, punchin' his square in the nose. As the blood rushed out his nose, I ran toward the door, not caring that I was only in my undergarments. I ran to the livin' room befo' I was thrown on the couch. I screamed loud, hopin' the people walkin' by would hear my loud screams.

"I got cha' na'." I raise my fist to throw more punches. He grabs both my wrists with his left hand, while the right hand was slowly makin' me unconscious.

I feel liquid runnin' down ma' face to ma' neck, covering ma' chest. "Please." I said, chokin' on my own blood."

"Say good morning." Christian asked, makin me laugh.

Dis lil boy was funny as hell. Since we got hea ta Coney Island, he been askin me ta say certain shit ta see if he could imitate the way I say it.

"Good mawnin." I smiled.

"That's hard. I want a different one. Say happy birthday."

"Hap–" I got cut off by ma phone ringin. I take it off the table and answa it. "Yoo, wazzam?"

"Aye bitch whea ma nephew at?"

"Watch ya mouth, nig–" I stare up at Christian who was starin hard at me. "Man, just watch ya mouth. He right hea."

"Put him onna phone, bitch."

I clenched ma jaw, hand in the phone ova ta Christian. I ain got no time fa his punk ass.

I sat back eatin ma hamburger befo ma body got ya feelin weird. Sumn ain right and I'ca feel dat shit in ma stomach. I had lost ma appetite and whateva had ma mental fucked up wa fuckin me up.

"AugDog, my uncle want you." I nodded and took the phone out his hand.

"Wazzam?"

"Whea Sarah at? She ain wanna come?" He asked.

"Nah." I shook ma head, tryna shake dis uncomfortably ass feelin I was feelin. "Are, ima hit ya line lata. I gotta check on Sarah."

"Aight, woe."

Afta I hung up, I dialed Sarah's number.

"Aye, lil man, we gotta get ta da house, ask the waitress fa a ta go box." I said as ha phone went ta ha voicemail.

He nodded and left me sitting inna booth callin Sarah again. She usually always answa ha phone. Fuck goin on?

Christian came back with a couple ta go boxes and I quickly paid for our food and bagged our food up.

"Hurry up, we gotta go lil man." I rushed, quickly putting him in the passenger side and snappin the seatbelt on. Once I got him tagether, I got in the car and pulled off.

"My mommy okay?"

I peered at him from the corner of my eye and nodded. "Ya momma straight. She good."

"You want me to pray?" He asked.

I bit my bottom lip, befo noddin ma head.

I was losin ma shit thinkin bout Sarah. It ain' like ha ta not pick up the phone. As Christian prayed fa Sarah, I pulled out ma phone, callin ha again.

I clench ma jaw when the phone went straight ta voicemail. Ta conceal ma anger and ma worries, I just tighten ma grip onna steering wheel.

"Amen." Christian said inna most innocent voice I eva heard and that immediately calmed me.

"Amen," I mumbled. I pulled up to her apartment complex and unstrapped his seatbelt and hurried ta open the doe fa us. I grabbed his hand and we jogged ta the doe and I busted right in since the doe wasn't locked.

As I'm walkin inna living room, I see some big ass hulk hogan nigga on Sarah. The way he was on ha wasn't lookin right.

"Fuck is you doin, nigga?" I rushed over ya him ready ta knock this nigga the fuck out.

"Wait!" He said.

I throw a punch, knockin his body off Sarah. I take ma attention off him and checked on Sarah. She was hysterical. She couldn't talk, all ha words came out all tagether.

"Baybeh, calm down okay." I whispered, picking ha up so I can take ha somewhere else.

I decided ya leave dat nigga hea. He got me fucked up messin with ma lady.

I quickly strapped Sarah inna passager seat and strapped Christian ass inna back seat.

Lil man looked at Sarah and I could see the tears already forming in his eyes. "Mommy," seein ha cry, made lil man start cryin. "You okay, mommy? You can stop cryin now."

I grabbed ma phone callin 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Thea's someone in ma house who tried ya attack ma wife."

"Is your wife okay, sir? And what's your location?"

"She good, we just left. The address is 978 Parkview Avenue."

"Where sending someone over to your house right now. What's your current location or where will you be heading so I can send someone to you guys?"

"We'll be at the hospital."

I don't know how long dat nigga was thea', so I don't know what he did ta ma baybeh. So, I gotta get ha checked out by a doctor. Jus gotta make sho she straight.

"Alright. Name?"

"August Alsina."

"Okay, see you soon."

I hung up and pulled in ta the hospital parkin lot. I let maself out the car and unstrapped Christian and Sarah from the seatbelt.

Since I couldn't tend ta both of them at the same, I grabbed Sarah and told lil man ta follow me.

"Aye can one of y'all help me. I jus need ta get ha checked out." I said grabbin' the attention from a nearby nurse.

She grabbed a wheelchair and I put Sarah innit. I glanced at ha and she was still looking the same. The tears jus kept coming nonstop. Ma baybeh looked scared as hell.

Ima beat dat nigga ass fasho. He gon pay fa whatever his punk ass did ta ma lady.

I apologize for the inconsistency of my story. Work literally has me tied down and when I do get home I'm exhausted 😩 I'll try to be more active when it comes to uploading.