Sometimes when I close my eyes...

I can't see.

I'm back, hoes. Thanks for waiting and shizzz.

August (Bae👏🏽)

"So, I can't fix it now, but when you buy the cylinder head, I'm your man." I said to the short girl in front of me.

She stared at her car and sighed. "Anywhere I can buy that for cheap? Kinda low on money right now." She asked.

"Auto zone."

She nodded. "Well, thanks..." She leaned forward and stared at my name patch on my uniform. "...August."

I smiled and leaned on the counter. "No problem, baby."

She let out this distorted giggle before rushing out of the shop, brushing by Chris, who was entering.

"What the hell?" He muttered. "Did you show her your dick?!" He asked.

"Chris. Why the hell am I friends with you?"

"I used to think it was for my money, then I thought you were gay—"

"Stop talkin, please."

He laughed and sat on the hood of the car I was currently workin on. "So, that girl, Sage—"

"Spiryt." I corrected.

Chris rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Fuck her yet?"

I laughed. "Working on it."

"Well while you doing that, how bout we go to a club later tonight? Maybe even invite Chun li and Sina—"

"Spiryt."

He growled. "Man whatever. I'll call Grace."

Spiryt

"Baby, don't ignore me."

I pushed past him, forgetting the pizza I paid for and marched towards my car.

Before I could grab my keys, my upper arm was yanked backwards and I yelped when he pressed his face into my neck.

"I missed you, baby." He said.

"Chase, let me go." I whispered. I felt tears welling in my eyes and he let go, glaring at me.

"Why are you crying? Didn't you miss me? What we had—"

"And what you destroyed." I dug into my purse, looking for my keys, when it was snatched from my hands.

"Fucking listen to me!" He barked.

"Go fuck yourself."

He growled. Pacing and pulling his hair until he dropped my purse. He stopped and took a once over my body.

I was wearing a cotton tank top with baggy sweat pants.

"Still haven't lost the baby weight?" He asked.

Suddenly, I felt a lot more self conscious and wrapped my hands around my abdomen.

"It's not surprising. With all the pizza you've probably been eating." He sneered, kicking my purse towards me.

"Cause of you, she divorced me, and wont let me see my kids." He said with a chuckle.

I snatched my purse away from the ground and snatched my keys. "I'd divorce you as well. Stay the hell away from me."

"I still love you."

Ignoring him, I unlocked the door to my car and sped off.

When I got home, Grace's car was outside my apartment building and I tapped her window as I passed it.

She got out and took one look at me before registering that I was crying, or was close to. She pulled me into a hug and I started to bawl.

"What happened?" She asked, rubbing her hands up and down my back to soothe me.

I sniveled and pushed my face back into her neck. "I saw Chase today."

She stopped rubbing. "He's out of jail?"

"That, or he broke out.... which I don't doubt." I muttered.

"Well, ok, let's go upstairs." She said, leading me to my small studio apartment.

Upon entering, Grace made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbing the knives and shoving them in her purse.

I knew what she was doing.

"Spir!" She shouted, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Where's the medicine cabinet?" She asked.

I nodded towards the bathroom and she scurried towards it. She soon came back and sighed.

She walked towards me and brushed hair from my face. "I'm gonna put these in my car, and I'll be back up soon." And then she was out the door.

When I heard the door slam, I went up the loft and into my room and lifted my pillow, grabbing the pill bottle full of anti depressants.

I swallowed one dry and stared back into the bottle.

Shaking my head, I capped it and shoved it back under my pillow when I heard the door open again.

"Spir, do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "I just... it's just a lot to see him. There's nothing more I can do." I mumbled.

"Anyways, did you eat yet mamas?" She asked.

"I'm uh, not hungry."

"Well damn, the world must be ending." She laughed to herself.

Not taking very kindly to what she had just said, I plopped down on the bed with a frown.

"Hey, don't be like that. Do you want to go out? We were invited to a club tonight."

I was thinking of declining, but then I thought. I've been coping well for the past 2 years, I'm not going to let him step in and fuck that all up again.

"Yeah... where we going?"

She shrugged. "Remember that guy from the gym... was it Austin—"

"August."

"Girl yes, get yo man." She laughed and flopped on the bed. "What you got to wear?"

"Mind you, it's only 12:30, we can worry bout that later." I smiled.

"Shit, you right."

It was silent for while, until I spoke up.

"Hey, Grace?"

She rolled over onto my back and mumbled.

"Do you think I'm fat?" I asked in a whisper.

She shot up, flipping us over so she was straddling my waist. "Boo, who told you that?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I was just asking."

She rolled her eyes. "Girl, you is not fat. You thick. I can show you a difference if you want."

I shook my head with a grin. "I'm good. I just... I think I'm gonna spend a lot more time at the gym now. Kay?"

"Girl, you are not fat! But, you're my bitch, and I'ma support you through whatever you want."

"Thanks. Now get off."

She laughed and rolled off of me, assuming she was going to fall on the bed but she fell over the side and landed on the ground with a hard thud.

"You good?" I asked, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah. Just wanna know who put the floor here."

******

Six o'clock came fast, and now, Grace was ready to start getting dressed.

"Why don't you have anything to wear..." she mumbled, shuffling through my small closet.

"Because, I don't have money like you." It was the sad truth. Believe it or not, I worked at a small nail salon.

The pay was terrible and I'm already backed up water bills and rent. The only way I'm affording the gym membership, is because Grace doesn't like working out alone.

The way she makes her money... that's her business.

"Hey, wear this." She tossed a pair of black high waisted pants along with a see through mesh blouse.

"I'll let you borrow my red bottoms, I have to get them from the house. I'll bring them when I get back."

I nodded and watched her walk down the loft steps and out the door.

Rubbing my temples, I started to wonder if my head could take all the noise from clubbing.

I got up and walked down the loft and into the bathroom to have a shower.

Tying up my hair, I turned the hot water dial and stepped in, not giving the water any time to warm.

*****

By time Grace came back, I was adding the finishing touches on my makeup and brushed through my hair.

"Look good?" Grace asked.

I turned to look at her outfit and wasn't surprised when I saw her wearing a tiny laced crop top, with high waisted grey camouflage shorts and six inch gladiator heels.

"You look sexy." I grinned.

She smirked and sat down on the bed.

"Chris texted me. Said they're on their way." She said.

"You seemed taken by him." I laugh.

She huffs. "God yes. Especially his dick game."

I whipped my head around. "Already, Grace?"

She frowned. "I know... but it's just..."

"You don't have to explain why you do anything to me, it's your life. I just wanna look out for you. You know?" I said, dropping my towel and grabbing a black bra.

"I know. You love me, even if I'm the biggest hoe for miles."

I nodded and started pulling up my pants and slipping my top on.

After putting on my shoes, I placed two gold hoops in my ears and my gold watch on.

"They're outside."

I followed Grace down the steps and turned off lights at I passed them. Grabbing my clutch, I took my phone and keys and headed out the door after Grace.

When we got outside, a black range rover was parked in front of the building.

Grace walked over and opened the back door and slid in and I followed suit.

In the front, August was a the driver's seat and Chris in the passenger's.

"Hey sexy." August looked at me through the rear view and I started smiling like an idiot.

He chuckled and put the car and drive and started down the road.

In no time, we pulled up to the larking lot of a really hyped club called "The Devil's Nest".

We got out and August took my hand in his while Chris walked ahead.

"Well, we ran into each other again." He whispered closely to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"If I remember tonight, you'll have it."

I frowned when I saw the line going around the building, but August and Chris walked us right through the bouncers and we soon migrated away from each other.

I walked up to the bar, where a red head was serving drinks.

"What can I get you sexy?" She leaned over the counter, breast spilling out of her shirt.

"A blowjob." I smiled.

"You're that typa girl. Let me get the camera."

"What? Why?"

"If you can do it without hands, you get this, and your next shot free."

She reached down and grabbed a digital camera and started mixing the drink.

The glass she poured it in, was longer than the average shot glass, I guess to make the challenge more challenging.

She took a lighter and lit the top on fire and slid it over to me, readying her camera.

"Filming, hon."

I nodded, holding my hands behind my back, waiting for the fire to go out. When it did, I bent at the waist, grabbing the glass with my lips and tilted my head back, allowing the stronger liquor to burn my throat, while the bartender cheered.

When I finished, I put the glass down with my mouth and sat down in the seat.

"That was hot. You into girls?" She asked.

I shook my head and she grinned. "Well, your next shot's free."

"Gimme a hot damn."

She nodded and got to work on that shot.

Grace wandered over to me. "Saw you doing a blowjob." She smiled.

Rolling my eyes, I scoffed and she whined. "You never do shots with me."

"What? Yes I do." I said.

"Alright then, let's see who can do as many blowjobs before spilling."
Before I even agreed, Grace called the bartender over, who slid my shot to me.

"I want 16 blowjobs."

The red head raised a brow. "Challenge?"

Grace nodded.

The bartender called a blonde guy over to help make the shots. He nodded, grabbing the glasses and looked over at Grace.

"These won't be free." He said, already on his fifth shot.

"That's fine." Grace said and dropped a 50 on the counter.

Soon enough, Chris migrated his way over here, dragging some light skin girl along with him.

Grace looked at him with a look of hurt but looked back at the guy, who was now finished and dividing the shots between me and Grace.

"What y'all doing?" Chris asked.

Grace ignored him, as the two bartenders lit our glasses.

The red head had the camera out again and started filming.

"Alright, when the first fire blows, go."

I watched mine with my hands behind my back and when the first one went out, we started.

By my third, I was slowing down, due to the burning in my throat and Grace was over there, downing them like fucking water.

August showed up and smiled. "What the hell I miss?"

I thought I was loosing until Grace dropped hers on the counter, splashing the light skin girl by Chris.

"Fuck." She growled.

The girl glared before walking away with a grunt.

What is she? A fucking caveman?

I stopped and downed one more of the glasses with my hand.

Feeling my head swaying, I looked up at August and lifted one to his mouth.

He took it from my fingers, placed it down and ordered 4 shots of straight ciroc.

He downed those quickly and ran a hand down my waist and leant into my ear.

"Come dance wit me, baybeh."

I let out an airy, dorky giggle and slid out of the chair following him.

Grace

"Hey, what time do you get off?" I asked the blonde guy at the bar."

He smirked. "You don't even know my name."

"Well, I'm Gracie. You?" I smiled.

"Scotty."

Hopping from my chair, I pulled my shirt up, jiggling my tits in his face. "Well, Scotty, hope I catch you later."

I rolled my eyes at Chris who raked his eyes over my body before ordering a Long Island.

I looked at the dance floor and saw Spir grinding on August.

It was nice to see her letting loose. Since the trial, I haven't seen her so happy— er drunk? I don't know.

She's having fun, and that's what matters right now.

Now, I'm gonna find someone to go home with tonight. Maybe that Scotty boy will do.

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When I have kids, I'm going to make them watch the movie '2012' and tell them I survived that.

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