"Aha! He fell for it. So how much time will he do for assault?"

"It depends on his lawyers and the judge, but possibly a few months in jail, without bond. Which is why you should've went further so he could be charged with assault and battery. Right now it's just a simply assault. Provoke him more than he'll have a few years under his belt." Angel smirk, wiping blood from under her nose.

For Sarah to be this weak little bitch, I can say she really put in some work on Angel.

"What is there to do? I've already toyed with his music and money. He seemed to have calmed down while being in her presence." I said, folding my hands together.

"Remove her then."

"No. I need her." I stared at the wall for a second before a idea came to mind. "Get Jackie."

Angel stared at me for a split second before, walking away to get Jackie.

"You wanted me?" Jackie said, looking around at the messed we created. "Peter–"

"Don't start, Mom."

"No, I'm going to start. What I tell you about keeping this damn office clean?"

I grit my teeth, balling my fist. "Mother."

"What?"

"I have an idea on how to get Sarah back, but I need your help."

She shook her head at me. "Now you need my help after having some other hoe play mommy for you? You think I forgot? What, are you ashamed of me, boy?"

"No, mother. I just–"

"I don't want to hear it." She cut me off.

"Mother can you help me or not?"

"What do you need?"

I smirked and proceeded to tell her my plans on how to my the love of my life back.

"Okay." She agreed. "When are you going through with this master plan of yours?"

"I'm a couple weeks, maybe. I'll let you know when."

"Alright, baby. Let me know when so I can set it all up and get a nice place far out."

"Thank you, Mother."

"Of course, baby. Now, straighten this fucking office up before I call your father, trifling ass little boy." She said, hitting me upside my head a couple times.

"I'm done, bruh. You think that shit was okay? Na, if I turn around and do the exact same shit you did ta me, you probably lose ya fuckin mind." August said.

"August, you started this mess when you kept provoking me. First, you almost called me a b-word then talking to me like I'm your child."

"And you think that gave you a fuckin reason ta put yo fuckin hands on me?" He yelled, getting in my face.

I avoided eye contact with me, balling my fist up. "Move before I do it again."

"Ain' nobody worried bout ya pussy ass threat, lil girl."

"Back up." I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back a little.

"Bet. I'm done witcho ass and that's on me."

"Fine then, I done with you too, Anthony." I said rolling my eyes.

"Bet." He pulled his pants up and left right out the kitchen.

Once I heard the front door slam shut, I sighed, throwing my head back. I bit my lip, trying not to cry. I was having the hardest time ever trying not to think about what transpired.

I was still upset and shaken up about actually fighting someone. And also the sight of August fighting was so horrifying. And once we got to the car, his rage and anger didn't stop there. He was mad at me because I told the guys to break the fight up.

What was I suppose to do? Continue to let them fight until the police came? No.

If he gets arrested, then who will be there for me? August can't "protect" me while he's in jail.

"WHY THE FUCK YOU HAD THEM NIGGAS COME GET ME?" August yelled, making me frown.

"August, I–"

"ALL THAT SHIT THAT NIGGA DID TA YOU AND YOU GON FUCKIN PROTECT HIM. FUCK WRONG WITCHU?" He said, pressing down on the gas.

He was swerving all through traffic, not caring what car was in front or in the back.

"You need to slow down and also calm down. I told them to break it up because he can press charges for assault and his employees can press charges for disturbance of peace." I tried to reason with him, while also keeping my eyes on the road.

"Ion give a fuck! He can't press shit. All those fuckin pictures you got of those bruises he put on you and you still ain't do shit."

"Since when is this about me? We're talking about you and him fighting, not me and him."

"BI– Sarah, please don't be that fuckin dumb. THE MAIN FUCKIN REASON I FOUGHT THIS NIGGA WAS BECAUSE OF YOU, NIGGA!"

"NO ONE ASKED YOU TO! And for the record I'm not a n-word nor a b-word."

I rolled my eyes, looking out the window, feelings clearly hurt. I can't believe he almost called me the b-word.

"Bro, shut the fuck up. Since you actin like a bitch, ima call it how I see it."

I could feel my body shake because I was so upset and angry. I stared out the window, thinking about jumping out, at this point.

"Let me out the car." I said calmly, reaching for the door handle.

He locked the doors, ignoring me.

"Unlock the door." I repeat, balling my fists up.

Again he ignored me, steady driving over the speed limit.

"Unlock the door." I said for the last time before I bust out crying.

I felt the car come to a halt. Once I seen that we were home, I quickly turned to August and hit him.

One hit turned to two, two turned to four and before I knew it, I was taking my anger and frustrations out on him.

"I hate you!" I cried, still throwing punches.

He grabbed my arms, pushing me back. "Keep yo fuckin hands off me!"

"I hate you." I said, yanking my arms out of his hands. I wiped my tears as August got out the car.

I began to cry again, one because, I don't hate August nor am I done with him and I didn't mean to say those things to him and two because, we shouldn't have went that far. Well, I shouldn't have went that far.

It was completely wrong for me to put my hands on August because what if he hit me back? Some times, domestic violence isn't one sided. I wouldn't hit a man or provoke a man and then that man forgets I'm a woman and actually does just what I've provoked him to do.

I wiped my tears, quietly heading to August's room. I pulled my phone out, looking at the time.

7:31

I sighed, thinking a shower would do some good. I put my hair in a bun and went to go take a shower.

I leaned against the shower wall, letting the steaming hot water fall onto me.

To hear someone I love say they're done with me, it hurts. I wish I could restart today. There's so much I could and would do so different. I don't want this to be the end of us. Without August, Christian and I have no one.

I stood up, noticing my body was getting wrinkling, which was a clue for me to get out the shower. Once I was finishing washing my body, I stepped out of the shower, finishing the rest of my bedtime routine.

I stepped out the bathroom and found one of August's shirts to sleep in before getting on knees saying a prayer for peace and forgiveness. Once I was done I got right in the bed.

Once I was settled in, I began to think about everything that has happen today. I really wish today never happened.

I felt my body relax, which put me in peace. I was extremely exhausted by the events that occurred today and sleep and prayer is obviously needed.

I sighed before closing my eyes. After what felt like an hour, I felt arms wrap around me. I opened one eye to look at the time and noticed it was going on 2 o'clock.

"I'm sawry, baybeh." August said, rubbing my back. "I'm sawry fa talkin ta you like you was a chile and fa almost callin you outcha name. You know I ain' done witchu. I said that outta anger because of the shit that happened earlier. I thank you fa breakin the fight up because if I would've went ya jail, I know that nigga gone have a field day with tryin ta get you ta himself. I ain' goin nowhere, baybeh. I apologize fa my actions and my words taday. I promise I won't do it again."

He kissed my cheek, pulling me closer to him.

"Ya heard me?"

"Yes. And August I'm sorry too. I should've never put my hands on you." I said, straddling him. "Forgive me?"

He nodded, placing one of him hands on him hip and the other behind his back. "Yeah, baybeh, I fagive you."

"I love you." I said, leaning down to kiss his cheek, then his nose then his lips.

"I luh you too."

Emotions were high and I could feel myself wanting to give in to August. The way he looked and talked to me had me wanting to give my all to him.

"August, I need you." I said, looking into his eyes.

Y'all so tell me why I'm on Facebook and this guy slid into my inbox wanting to be friends with benefits (which I declined because my husband who ain't my husband but is my boyfriend but not my boyfriend but is my man gone murder me) guess what his name is... Gone head guess...

Y'all taking too long, so his name is Raymond 😩😭 JESUS LEMME FIND OUTTTTT 😭😭💔

And literally in the prologue how I describe Raymond in the story is how I would describe him in real life. Y'all lemme find out, lemme find outtttt 🤦🏾‍♀️🤣