I sat on the chair, watching my new artist record his new single 'Hip Hop'.

This shit was pure gold! This way literally the shit Tupac and Biggie died for. It's amazing.

"I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's

Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy

Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block

Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot

I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block

Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks

Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now

Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now

But I...

Came up in criminal days

Living these criminal ways, what can I say

Hugging the block every day

Grindin' and making a way

And that I pray, for better days

That it don't be the same tomorrow

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle

And say

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)

I pray for more better days

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)

I know that I can feel change [x2]

Everyday ain't good but everyday ain't bad

Mama always said show thanks for what you have

Boy never forget to realize you're blessed

This cold world can rot you if you let it

Now I'm out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it

Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic

Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings

From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining

Came up in criminal days

Living these criminal ways, what can I say

Hugging the block every day

Grindin' and making a way

And that I pray, for better days

That it don't be the same tomorrow

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle

And say

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)

I pray for more better days

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)

I know that I can feel change [x2]

'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels

Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels

And if these bitches that you want, have several

Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary

It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no

Meaning it til' here

Next thing you know it's all gone

That's why I been on my grizzy outchea

Long as I grind, better days are near

Came up in criminal days

Living these criminal ways, what can I say

Hugging the block every day

Grindin' and making a way

And that I pray, for better days

That it don't be the same tomorrow

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle

And say

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)

I pray for more better days

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey)

I know that I can feel change"

"Aug, bro, this is a hit!" I praised, hugging him as he came out the booth.

He smiled, "Thanks man, I try."

"Stay here, I'll send my assistant in here to finish up here." I said and left out.

I sighed, as a light skinned woman walked in.

"Hi, I'm Sarah, Mr. Jones' assistant." She extended her hand out and I quickly shook her hand.

"Aug," I said.

"Would you like any water or coffee" She asked.

"Uh, neitha', I ain' really thirsty." I dismissed.

"Okay," She nodded.

I sat in silence, watchin' ha' wipe down the studio. The way ha' body moved innat' skirt was enough ta' make a man beg. Ha' white teeth bit down on ha' bottom lip. My eyes trailed down ta' ha' smooth legs. I imagined ha' smooth legs wrapped around my waist as I—

"Mommy!" I heard a child yell, which made me snap outta ma' thoughts.

Mommy?

"Yes, baybeh?"

"Hide me. Peter comin'," The lil boy smiled.

His smile reminded me of someone's. He looked like someone I seen. Dat' wide goofy smile. Dat little muthafucka' looked pretty familiar.

Fuck I seen dat' smile at?

After a little over ten seconds, Peter walked in.

"Where's Christian?"

She smiled, lookin' down. "I don't know."

She did know, he was literally hidin' unda' ha' shirt.

I watched amused as she rubbed his head, tellin' Peter it was ha' stomach.

"Your stomach has a fat head."

"No I don't have big head." The lil boy yelled, laughin'.

"I said fat,"

I cleared ma' throat and they looked ova' at me except ha'.

"Sorry man, this is my assistant Sarah and her son Christian," Peter introduced.

I smiled, ignorin' him. "Aye, ima hit da' restroom real quick." I said.

Peter nodded. As I exit, a woman walked in.

After minutes of staring myself in the mirror, makin' sho' I was still lookin' good, I left and walked into the studio again.

I ain' okay. I needed ta' take my medication before everything goes left.

"What does that bitch have that I don't? Answer that, Peter?"

I sigh, "Spoke ta' soon," I mumbled.

"Angel, leave." I heard Peter say.

I walked in further and seen po' lil Sarah tryna hold back angry ass Peter.

"No, you think you so slick! You told me you loved me, yet you fucked this nasty ass ho'. I should beat yo ass!" She yelled.

Peter yank from Sarah and walked up to Angel and they began yellin' in each otha's faces.

I see Sarah get in the middle, pushin' Peter back.

"What's up, you walking up on me?" Angel yelled.

Angel pushed Sarah out the way and stood in front of Peter again.

I laugh, befo' finally grabbin' Angel by the waist.

"Calm down, Peter, Christian is in the other room." Sarah said, rubbing his chest.

"Nah yo, this bitch got me fucked up," He said, still yellin' insults at Angela. "Sarah move." He yelled.

"Peter, please,"

"Sarah, get the fuck out the way!" He screamed in ha' face.

Ooh shit got real den' a muthafucka.

She jumped, before runnin' out the room.

"Fuck," He yelled.

"Come on, girl, you gotta go." Two big bulky ass security guards walked in.

"No, not until he talks to me!" She yelled.

"Get her out of here." Peter said lowly.

They dragged her away and I smirked a bit.

"Da' life of Peter Jones." I joked.

A small cracked on his face and he laughed. "Shut up man,"

"Yo, assistant, she's yo' girl for real?" I asked, hopin' he'd say nah.

No lie, lil baybeh was fine as fuck, she jus' look a lil to naive fa' me. Still can get dis' act right doe'.

"Yeah, I fucked up. She probably left."

"Dats yo' son too?"

"Nah, he's her." He shrugged.

"Ight nigga, let's get back to the music." I clapped my hands together.

I gathered mine and Christian's things and walked out the break room.

"Chris, let's go." I said, masking my voice to sound stern.

"Okay, mommy."

I grabbed his hand and we walked out the building. On the way to our bus stop, the same woman that was inside was outside, screaming.

"Jesus, I ain' got no types of time fa' dis'. My feet hurt and I'm ti'ed." I said.

I quickly walked pass her, holding tight on Christian's hand. Before we made it to the corner, I was pushed against the brick building.

I gasp, holding onto my shoulder.

"You bitch! You stole my man, he was going to marry me, but you just had to make your way into his life. You fucking bitch!" She yelled and Christian ran back inside the building.

"Look, ma'am, I'm so sorry fa' allat', but we are two grown women, lets jus' talk and not get physical." I said, rubbin' my aching shoulder.

"Fuck yo sorry bitch! You should've been sorry when you was fucking my man!" She yelled as she lunged at me punching me dead in the face. I fell back and just stared at her as she continued to yell and swear about how I stole her "man".

I mean I would fight back, but I don't know how. I was never a fighter. But at the same time, I don't wanna look like a punk not fighting back. I literally stopped fighting or throwing hits after the incident with him.

"Get up, bitch." She yelled, pulling me up by my hair.

"Let me go," I whimpered.

I didn't mean it.

She punched me again and I hold my nose as the blood rushed out.

"Man up, bitch." She kicked me all over my sides, stomping her huge man feet down on me.

I close my eyes, expecting more stomps and kicks, but they don't come.

"Aug, can you take her and Christian home." I hear Peter's angered voice say.

I kept my eyes closed, feeling someone lifted me up. My body tense and I try to push back, but they hold me tighter.

"I got ya' ma." I heard Aug say.

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"Lift yo' shirt up," Aug said and with my shaky hands, I do as I'm told.

"Ya' got bruises all on yo' right side and yo' shoulda'." He touched them and I flinched.

"Please don't."

"I'm sawry, luh'," He whispered.

He left me and went to the bathroom. I laid down, moaning in pain.

"Mommy," I opened my eyes and saw Christian right beside me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, baby." I smiled.

He grabbed my hand and kiss it. "I love you, mommy."

I kissed his head as his head bowed down and he said a prayer for my bruises and a quick healing.

"Amen."

I opened my eyes and smiled at him. "Thank you, baby. Go, it's nap time." He nodded and left the room.

"Um, ya' bath ready." Aug said.

I try to lift up, but the aching in my body was unbearable. I gasped, as my body gave up and I fell back on the bed.

"Oh shit, ma' bad baybeh, you aight?" He asked, rushing over to me, helping me up.

"I'm fine," tears fell from my eyes.

"Come on, I gotcha'," he said.

We made our way to the bathroom and I hold on to Aug's forearm as I stepped out of my skirt.

"Please don't look at me," I whispered.

He nodded and looked away. I stepped out of my underwear. I briefly let go of his arm to take my shirt and bra off.

I grabbed on to his arm again and limped my way to the tub. I sat in it, letting the hotness of the water surround my bruised body.

I winced. "Thank you, Mr. August."

"Welcome, and uh, it's August baybeh." He said and gave me a half smile. "But ima gon' head and get outcha hair."

"Wait, A-August, um can you s-stay. Just until I get out." I asked, pouting my lips a bit.

He breathed out, sighing. "Yeah."

He took a seat on the toilet lid and I bathed in hot water.

After 30 minutes, the hot bath, turned warm and August wrapped a towel around my body and I thanked him.

"I'm gon' call Peter, you straight in hea' by ya'self'?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." I quickly nodded.

I finally stare at him and his features were beautiful. He reminded me of an angel. His brown eyes, his smooth skin, and the slender body.

He is beautiful.