"Get up." He yelled at me.

I ignored him, pulling what was left of a blanket over my head. "No." I said.

"You got three seconds before I get you up."

I stayed in the broken down bed while he counted to three. Once he said three, the blanket was pulled off me and his hands were pulling at my arms.

"Leave me alone." I said, pushing his arms away from me.

He grabbed me by my hair, yanking me off the bed. "Boss wants you, so get the fuck up."

I pushed his hands away from me, causing him to grab my neck. I cried as his nails pierced my skin, biting down on his arm, he left me go, but punched me so hard in the process. "Dumb ass bitch."

Once I fell to the floor, his huge foot came crashing down on my chest. I cried out, pushing his foot off me. He chuckled and began to beat on me.

His fists came in contact with my eyes, my lips and my nose. His foot kicked and stomped on my stomach.

I can't move.

Once he noticed how weak I was, he lifted me up and basically dragged me to Peter's room or office.

"Here you go, boss." The man smirked.

Peter looked up from his laptop and frowned. "What happened?"

"She wouldn't leave the bed, sir and she bit me so I had to rough her up a little."

Peter stood up from his desk and walked over to the guy. He nodded at him to leave and squatted to my level.

He grabbed me by my chin. "What's wrong, my love? Didn't wanna get up today?"

I shut my eyes. I couldn't stand the sight of this devil. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to kill him. Being here was so much misery.

I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve this abusive and pain.

I want August. I want Christian. I wanted to be with my family.

"Baby, open your eyes and answer me." His voice was low and filled with so much anger.

I kept them closed, turning my head away from him. "Keep your hands off me."

He sighed and grabbed me by my throat by he wasn't choking me yet. "Open your fucking eyes."

I opened them, scared of what he could've done if I didn't open them. "What?"

"I asked a fucking question. Answer me right now."

I could feel my bottom lip quiver. I was gonna cry anytime soon and I didn't want to show this devil that sign of weakness.

"Nothing." I mumbled.

"It's something, Sarah. Just tell me." He spoke softly.

"I said it's nothing."

"Sarah, just tell m–"

"I said nothing." I unintentionally yelled, causing him to slap the air out of my lungs.

I kept my head turned, tears streaming down my face.

"Don't raise your voice, my love. Look at me." He grabbed my face forcing me to look in his direction.

I slowly opened them, "I can't wait until August finds you and hurts you."

"Why would he hurt me? You really think he cares about you? It's going on eight months, Sarah. August don't want you. Why do you think your son is living with your brother and not him? It was all about sex."

"August cares. If he didn't, he wouldn't have proposed to me. He wouldn't have stayed with me after a year and after everything that happened with your crazy, psychotic self."

"He proposed?" He asked like he genuinely didn't know.

"Yes he did and it was so romantic." I teased.

"Shut up." He said, string off.

Ignoring his wishes, I continued. "And we had sex."

Even though August and I didn't go there all the way, what we did was still considered sex.

His face snapped in my direction.

"Yup," I said. "And it was so good. The way his hands touched me and the way his tongue pleased me. I loved every bit of it."

"You let that nigga touch what belongs to me?"

"I don't belong to you, Peter. Get that through your head. I'm not Angel. I don't owe you anything."

"But you do though. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be who you are. I made you, bitch. I created every little thing about you. The way you talk is because of me, how you present yourself is because of me. Every aspect of you is because of me."

"No, you changed me and thank God for August because he took the me you "made" and built me to be his future wife."

"No no no," He chuckled. "My foundation is still very present. If it wasn't for me, you would still be living in a fucking shelter, making a penny a day. I'm your god, you worthless bitch, I saved you and changed you."

"Shut up." I couldn't stand to hear him talk anymore.

"Don't like the truth, huh?" He chuckled.

I didn't know what came over me but I gathered as much spit as I could and spit it on his face.

He stepped back, grabbing a napkin to wipe my saliva off his face.

"I hate you." I said.

He yanked my up on my feet and choked me against the wall. "I should kill you."

I felt like I was going to die by how hard he was choking me.

"Wanna know a secret, love?" He whispered in my ear, ignoring the fact that I couldn't breathe. "Everyone who were supposed to intervene in your relationship with August works for me. Parker, Angel, Jessica, and also your baby's daddy. They all work for me."

"I can't breathe." I managed to say.

I tried to at least poke his eyes out, but he quickly moved his face.

Squeezing tighter on my neck, I felt like I was being lifted up from off the ground.

"Mister Raymond was an excellent addition to my team. He was the only one who knew you for you long time. I sent him to your home because I needed him to distract you. Distract you from my plans. You were so oblivious to the actual plan because this whole time you though Raymond was after you but he wasn't, I was."

My eyes rolled in the back of my head. I began to feel weak all over, so I gave up. I couldn't fight anymore.

He smirked in satisfaction. "Now that I have you in my possession," He chuckled, "I don't plan on letting you leave me. You're mine."

He let go of my throat, causing me to drop down to my knees coughing harshly. After minutes, I regained enough strength to knee him in the groin area and try to escape this hell hold. I ran out the door, feeling dizzy. I was bumping into walls, but that didn't stop me. I needed to leave. As I got to the stairway, I was pushed down the stairs. My body hitting every single step. I screamed as my arm hits the stair in a painful position. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs, my head is hit on the last step.

"August," I said lowly, feeling myself losing consciousness.

I was in excruciating pain. I already knew my arm was broken. My head was in too much pain, so I knew it could be some type of head damage.

I touched my head with my uninjured arm and saw nothing but red. My blood.

"RJ, take her to the room and lock her in the closet until she's calmed the fuck down." I could hear Peter say.

Before my eyes shut, I could've swore I saw Christian staring at me.

"Christian, I'm sorry." I passed out.

"Where's my mama?" Christian asked, lookin up from his cereal.

"S-she just outta state. She takin care of business. Eat befoe its time fa us to head out and you end up late fa school."

"Okay." He mumbled, sadly.

I could feel tears threatenin ta fall but I held them in, at least until he left fa school.

I can't believe my baybeh missin, man. I was just talkin ta ha crazy ass. I just proposed ta ha. I was supposed ta be married ta ha already.

"Aye," I cleared ma throat as ma voice cracked. "I'm bout ta be inna back real quick. I'll be back when it's time fa school."

He nodded. As I was prepared ta walk out, he called my name.

"What's up, man?"

"I love you, AugDog." He gave me a hug.

I twisted ma lips, givin him a very much needed hug back. "Love you too, man. Na gon head and eat."

He let me go, goin back ta eating his breakfast. I headed towards my bed room I use to share with Sarah and cried.

I was crying because I had no idea if she was missin or just straight up dead.

I look every-fuckin-where and still couldn't find her. The first place I checked was obviously that nigga's place of business. No one saw ha, no one. Not a single person saw or heard from ha.

I neva thought she would slip through ma fingers like that.

"Sarah?" I called out, walkin inta ma hotel room.

I didn't hear anythang, so I checked the bathroom.

"Aye!" I yelled. I furrowed my eyebrows, frownin. "Sarah, stop playin."

I began ta panic. I tore ma room completely up, checkin in closets, unda the bed, everywhere. And it was no sigh of Sarah.

"I know she ain't leave me." I said ta maself.

I left ma room and hurried ta grab Christian so we could check outside.

"Aye, come on. We gotta look fa ya mama." I said.

"She gone?" He asked.

"She playin hide and seek. We gotta go find ha."

He got off the couch and grabbed ma keys and phone fa me. Once we hit the front desk, I rang the bell since it wasn't nobody there.

"I'm sorry," He said outta breathe. "What can I help you with today?"

I looked at his name tag, "Ted right?" He nodded. "My fiancé is missin from the room, did you see any sign of ha down hea or anywhea?"

I showed him a picture of Sarah.

"I don't think so. The lobby has been empty all morning and evening. You could probably ask the housekeepers if they saw anything." He said.

"You sho?" I questioned eyeing him hard. I was tryna study his body language ta see if he was lying.

"I'm positive, Mr. Alsina."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. "Is thea a way y'all can view the cameras and see whea she went."

"Only the managers can do that. But I'll have my manager look in to it."

I nodded, grabbin Christian hand and headin our ta check outside fa ha.

Yeah, I know men ain' supposed ta cry, but shit, I'm hurtin.

I'm hurt that she's missin. I'm hurt that lil man ain' got a mama. I'm hurt that ma baybeh gone. I'm hurt that we were supposed ta be getting married and that dream neva came true.

I shook ma head, still in disbelief.

I can't believe she's gone. I failed ta protect ha. I fucking failed. I was suppose ta guard ha so no one could harm ha and if failed. I was suppose ta be ya knight in shiny armor and I fucked up. There's no tellin whea she at and who's she with.

"Man, I fuckin miss you, Jeanie."

I chuckled, thinkin bout all the times she got mad at me and kept callin me Anthony.

As I laughed, more tears fell. The laughter stopped when I went ta thinkin bout every aspect ha. Ha laugh, them light freckles, the way she talked, our ridiculous dance battles.

"Lord, I don't know what ta do. I-I just want ha back. How can I do this without ha?"

I close ma eyes, clampin ma hands tagether. "Find ha, Lord. Protect ha wheaever she at. If I can't find ha, bring ma fiancé back ta me. I need ha, Lord. I'm beggin fa you ta guide ha back ta me or guide me back ta ha. We need ha. Amen."

Before I could get off the bed, I felt small hands grab mine.

Startled, I opened my eyes and saw nothing but curls in ma view.

"Jesus, can you bring my mommy back for me and AugDog. Can you tell mommy she win and I don't wanna play hide and seek anymore. Jesus, thanks for my family. I love you, Jesus and AugDog do too. In Jesus name, amen."

He reached up ta wipe ma face with his hands. "Don't cry, she coming back."

"I know." Not believing it.

I looked at the time, noticing it was a little ova 7 o'clock.

"Come on, you a lil late fa school." I said, gettin off the bed.

We went back downstairs and packed his things up fa school.

Once we got ta the school, we both got out the car and entered the front door of the school. We got ta his classroom and walked inside.

"Hello, Christian!" The teacher smiled, wavin at lil man.

"Hi, Ms. Hill." He said, givin ha a small wave and a small smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Alsina." She smiled.

"Mawnin."

"Christian, you can sit anywhere you like. The other students are just coloring."

He gave me a hug and left ma side ta sit down in the back of the classroom.

"Bye, Ms, Hill." I said and she nodded.

"Have a good day, Mr. Alsina."

After I left the school, I made it home, but stayed in the car for a lil.

I began to scroll through my gallery, staring at the photos of Sarah and I.

I exited ma gallery, goin ta instagram. I decided ta post the perfect picture of what made me happy.

Watching the likes go up, I turned ma phone off.

"I'm sawry, I didn't protect you." I said, sighing.