Bestfriend

Fifteen

Mya

"I can't believe it, mom. He was cheating on me." I cried into her chest, telling her about everything.

"Wow, baby. You can't automatically assume August was cheating on you. Maybe he went for a run or you probably scared." she said making suggestions.

"So ? That still doesn't change the fact that he was breathing heavily, mom." I said.

"You know what ? f**k this. Don't say I didn't try to help you." she pushed off of hera nd continued watching her soap operas, 'The Haves And The Have Nots' (A/N- If you watch that show, then you are offically my friend)

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The phone vibrated and ringed, letting me know someone was calling me. I picked up the phone and it was August's mom.

"Hi, Ms. Alsina." I cleared my throat.

"Mya, baby hi." she sounded like she was crying.

"What's wrong ? Are you okay ?" she kept sniffling.

"It's my baby August." oh boy, what did he do know.

"Ms. Alsina, we are not on speaking terms. No offense but--" she decided to cut me off.

"He got shot. And we are at the hospital. So hurry up and meet us there." then she hanged up. Tears fell from my eyes and fell in my hands.

"Baby, what wrong ?" mom asked me, rubbing my back.

"Mom, August is in the hospital. He got--"

"Let's get our coats." she got up but I stopped her.

"Looking like that ? Oh, no you not." she had her pajamas on, including her bonnet. She took the bonnet off and changed her pants.

"Better ?" she said spreading her arms out.

"Much." we got our coats and we left the house after locking up.And if you are wondering, Isis and the rest of them are at the father's house to spend the night so it's just me and my mother.

I put the key in the ignition and began to drive. I kept passing red lights not caring about tickets I was recieving tickets. It's always the same hospital we go to for everything.

I pulled up in the parking lot and found a spot. I wiped my face and we walked in. The receptionist was on the phone talking to somebody so I just left it alone.

I noticed August's mom and walked over to her. All of his friends was here. His three nieces were in the corner, looking sad.

They used to always tell me that August is such a good uncle to them. He does treat them like his own.

"Mama, it's going to be alright. August will be fine." she looked at me with sadden eyes and cried in my chest.

"Family of August Alsina ?" we looked at him and walked up sadly. I held Kay's hand and we sat there and listened.

"Well the bullet in his chest was minor it didn't give him severe injuries. But a bullet grazed his brain and we slipped him into a coma. Sorry to tell you that." then he left. I grabbed his arm and he looked at me.

"Can we see him ?" he stared at me.

"I'm sorry but he--"

"Please ?" I looked at him with pleading eyes and he sighed and we followed him into the room.

There was August, laying on the bed lifeless. This was too sad for me to see. The monitors was beeping and there were tubes and needles everywhere.

Mama broke down again and everybody shedded a few tears. I can't live like this no more.

Mya

I just sat there and watched him. No emotion. No expression. The only sound was the monitors beeping that were connected to him.

Everybody just sat there and watched and he breathed. Nobody did or said nothing. Mama Alsina had tears in her eyes, silently crying.

I couldn't do anything. I just watched. August's color was begin to disappear.

"Mya, I'm coming back tomorrow." Mama Alsina said, rubbing my back in comfort. I nodded and gave her a hug and everybody left me and him by ourselves.

"Wow, August. I just don't know what to say to you." I said, sitting down next to him. I grabbed and wished to feel him grab it back. "WHAT ARE YOU ?!? I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THEY WENT AFTER AND NOT SOMEBODY ELSE. Why, why, why ?" I fell to the floor as tears escaped my eyes. My mother seen me and ran to my side and embraced me into a hug. I wiped my eyes and grabbed my things so we can leave the hospital. What are you, August ? Just what are you ?

Justin

"Yea, boss. Some niggas came and shot up August's crib. He got two peoplea nd maybe it was more." I said, observing his house. Everything was cleaned up but it had numbers and blood everywhere still.

"It was probably that nigga Trigga. He ain't never like me anyway. We used to talk but he did some backstabbing s**t and I called my people to f**k him up." he said. I guess we gotta get to work and handle some buisness. "Justin, go call Finn. We need him to track down Trigga and now." I nodded at his commands and dialed his number.

"Yo, Finn. I need you to track down some nigga named Trigga and now." I ordered. I was the boss's right hand man and August was getting there. He always trusted me with everything.

"Alright, his real name is Tymaine Juson and he have 3 traps. One in Cali, one in New York and one here." he answered. No wonder he called himself 'Trigga' with that bad ass name. s**t must have been embarrased with that horrible ass name.

"Well, can you track the trap ? 'Cuz, we need to handle some buisness with everybody else." I heard typing on something and it stopped.

"He lives on Washington Street. He have three houses all next to each other." he responded. I thanked him and told Boss and we went to the trap back to handle buisness.

August

There was nothing there. Just pure black. I didn't hear nobody and I didn't feel nothing. Where is everybody ?

I try'na open my eyes but I didn't succeed. I was try'na move but I get pushed back down like somebody was pushing me back down.

A bright light slowing beams appeared before my eyes and I closed them and waited for the light to stop. And there he stood, my brother.

"Wassup, mane ?" I dapped my brother. The one that got shot and no justice was served.

"Wassup. How are my kids ?" he asked.

"They are fine. You know they miss you. Well er'body does." he chuckled and shook his head.

"What about mama ?" he asked.

"Good. You know. But a lot has happened since you were gone."

"I know. I have been watching you guys. Now come on, let's go to your temporary home." we walked in and talked like never before.