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Chris Brown is clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. A very emotional person, someone who loves hard and wants the same love in return. He's someone who wants to find love, but he's looking in all the wrong places. He's dated all...
Against my better judgment, I slowly stand up after punching the floor a few times.
I walk over to my phone. I'll tap her contact to call her, but her phone goes straight to voicemail. She must still have me blocked. I use one of my phone apps to disguise my phone number, and I'll call her again. The phone goes straight to voicemail. I tried another app, straight to voicemail. That enrages me even more, since her phone is off. This is being done intentionally. This bitch has me all the way fucked up. I'm about to show her ass a different side of me for real.
"Okay. This is how you wanna play this? I got you."
I quickly run upstairs to get dressed, and a few minutes later, I come back down and grab my things.
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I walk into my garage, and I walk over to my Bentley truck. I open the door and fall under the seat. I pull out my piece. I close the door, and I go to get into her car, but I'm stopped by seeing Trey walking over to my garage.
"Nah...give it here..." He says, holding his hand out, looking at the gun by my side.
"Bro—."
"I know, but you're going to scare the shit out of her," He says
"This ain't for her, it's for him," I say
"Yeah, but—."
I cut him off, "No. Fuck that. I'm going to put this shit in his face so he sees how fucking serious I am. He already got her, leave me the fuck alone."
"Let me hold it. You can't get into any more trouble. You're already in some shit. I can't let that happen." He says
He's right, I'm probably already in a lot of shit right now. I need to try to chill.
I hand it to him.
"Now, where are we going?" He asks, then puts it in his waistband and covers it with his shirt.
"I wanna go over there," I say
"Well, let's go. But you know me, if she's there we ain't doing shit."
"Whatever. Come on." I say, walking over to her Lamborghini truck.
"Why are we taking her car?" He asks
"So they will let me in the gate," I say
I pull out of the garage, down my driveway, and onto the street. I get on the 101, and I head towards Hidden Hills. Somebody is going to explain this shit to me.
I only drove 10 minutes before getting off and pulling into the first gate. I drove through with no problem.
I pull up to the next gate, and security stops me.
"Residence?" The security guard asks.
"I don't know the alias, but the last name is Graham."
"Can you remove the hood from your head?" He asks.
