Married Without Consent (A Chris Brown Story)

His Place.

Jalizah pov,

"So what are we going to do," I asked.

He looked at me and then put his head back in his pillow.We had gotten back from that chapel place about a hour ago and this nigga has just been laying here quietly.

"Um, I understand you feeling some type of way from your little phone call , but I need to get home, I have to work and I don't know what time I go in," I said

He removed the pillow from his head and sat up.

"Jessica ,You don't have a job," he spoke .

"Nigga , my name is Jalizah, and how would you know ," I said

"You don't remember , showing your ass last night and getting fired ," he said nonchantly.

I rolled my eyes and walked away , cause in 2.5 seconds I would be punching this man dead in the face. Details from last night were still fuzzy in my head as I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm a married woman now. Pulling my phone out , I scrolled to Joe's contact and pressed call.

"It's Joe , what can I help you with," he spoke.

"Hey Joe , this is Jalizah, can you look on my schedule and see what time I come in ," I asked

Chris was looking at me shaking his head

"Jalizah , you don't remember getting fired last night for cursing that guy out," Parker said

I closed my eyes and tried to keep calm

"I forgot , well bye ," I said and hung the phone up

"I told you," Chris said then shrugged his shoulders

"Look I really ain't trying to hear that right now," I said then went to sit in a chair

How am I supposed to pay bills with no job, I specifically told my mom and dad that I could do this by myself and that they didn't have to pay my bills

The only thing my dad said I couldn't make him not pay for, was my car, but everything else I could pay for

I can't just call him up and ask him to help me with my bills , I'm grown, and I don't need to keep going to my mommy and daddy when I need help

"Why you so uptight," Chris asked

"Why do you keep Criticizing me," I asked

"I ain't criticizing you , I'm just asking questions," he said

"Can we please leave ," I asked

"Fine let's go," he answered

We both got up and got our stuff together

When we left , I gave Chris my address

I still don't remember how all of this happened , if me and Chris met last night at Slow Motion and I got fired because I cursed him out how did I end up in Las Vegas with him

"how did we end up together last night if I cursed you out," I asked

"We got drunk ," he answered

" How the hell do you remember and I don't ," I asked

" I don't know," he said

I just left the conversation alone

The ride to my house was okay, we listened to music the whole time

When we got there , there was a pink note on my door

"Shit," I said a little above a whisper

"What," Chris asked