Heart Break (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction.)

Six.

Samya

Lights, drinks, weed, and Chris. I was surrounded by all of that and I still wasn't happy. I just wasn't in the mood. I love Chris its just taking me sometime to forgive him. I was sitting here in VIP with Aubrey, Honey, Michael, and India just chilling when Chris went to the bathroom.

"Aye, lets dance?" India shouted to me. I nodded as we got up walking to the dance floor. Niggas were looking but they knew not to talk to me cause I was 'Chris girl'. When me and India got to the dance floor Trey Songz Don't Judge came on. This was my fucking jam. I was moving solo next to India till I felt some hands wrap around my waist.

"So we meet again, Ms.Stevens?" I turned and saw Kurt looking so damn good. He was dressed in all black. I loved light skin men in black. His diamonds in his ear shinning. I smiled.

"Hey, Kurt. What you doing here?"

"I came here with my cousin. I was just chilling but then I saw you so I had to speak."

I smiled and looked away. It was crazy seeing him again. Beside Chris, urt was pure gold. His looks were undeniable as I continue to take in his features.

"You here alone?"

"No, she's with me." I giggled as India stepped in front of me. I didn't know if she was being protective becuase I was her friend or because Chris was her brother. "And you are?" She said while looking him up and down.

"I'm Kurt, Samya's friend" He looked over at me and winked. I couldn't help but blush. He was so damn cute.

"Well i'm India. Her friend and her boyfriend's sister."

He smiled and shook her hand. "Nice meeting you."India kept a close eye on him as he moved closer to me. "How about a dance?" I smiled but before I could speak India pulled me away.

"Don't dance with him." I scrunched up my face. Who was she to tel me what to do?

"Why?"

She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Come on Mya you know how Chris is about shit like that."

I rolled my eyes at the thought of Chris. He was taking forever to come out the bathroom, lord knows what he was doing. Plus dancing was harmless and Chris has done way worse to me than dancing with another female.

"Fuck Chris. I can dance with whoever I want."I walked back over to Kurt pulling him to me. "Come on." He smiled as we walked in the crowd.

***

Right now dancing with Kurt, i was feeling all different type of emotions.Emotions i've only experienced with Chris. My back was to him as I winded my ass slowly against him. His scent was intoxicating as he breathe down my neck. I could feel his dick through his jeans making me push back harder on him. His hands were on my waist moving down my thighs. I was wet and for once it wasn't from Chris. Kurt pulled me closer so there wasn't no space between us. I flipped my hair to the side as I brought it down and came back up slowly. It seemed as if we were the only two in the club. I wanted to feel his hands on my body as we rock slow getting lost in ourselves. My eyes were closed but that's when I came back to reality.

"Get the fuck off my girl, nigga!" I opened my eyes to see Chris in Kurt face.

"Nigga get out my face!" They were face to face. People were starting to look and I knew Chris Temper was gonna get the best of him if I didn't stop him.

"Chris calm down, okay?"

"Nah fuck that. Why the fuck he touching you huh?!" He was now in my face. His face was red as he held so much anger in his eyes. I knew this look all too well.

"Aye, get up outta her face!" Kurt spoke up. I wish he hadn't cause next thing I know Chris fist was connected to his face. Kurt swung hitting Chris but Chris came back with a comeback hitting him in the nose. "Fuck!" Kurt screamed.

"Chris, stop!" I tried pulling him off Kurt but he just pushed me away. I looked toward VIP and saw Michael and the crew rushing down the stairs to us. Tears blurred my vision as I watched Chris beat Kurt. Blood was everywhere. "Chris just stop!" He didn't, he kept going. I felt arms wrap around me, but I didn't care I just kept looking at Chris and Kurt.

"Stop, Chris please.." He kept going. He was like a monster. Michael came and tried pulling him off but Chris pushed him. It took Aaron, Aubrey, and Michael to get him off. I've never seen him like this and it was scaring me.

"Naw let me go, Im a fuck this nigga up! He touching my woman, Disrespecting me!"He was screaming. I looked over at Kurt. His face was beaten badly. Blood was leaking from his nose, two black eyes were forming, and his lip was busted. I was about to walk over to him until India grabbed me.

"Come on Samya."

I took one last look at Kurt. I felt so bad. How could Chris do that to him?

***

We were all in Chris office in the back of the club. They were calming Chris down while I just sat there. "Chris sit down!" India screamed while pushing him.

"Keep your hands off me. Fuck that nigga!" I sighed. I really hope Kurt was okay. I looked over at Chris and our eyes met. Then I saw it, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. I couldn't help but turned away.

"Look, you two need to talk." Honey said while walking out with everybody else. I watched as Chris sat down in the chair. His lip was busted and it had a nasty cut. I walked over to his cabnit pulling out the first-aid kit. I got the peroxide and a small cotton ball and I stood in-between his legs. I slowly dabbed the cotton ball on his lip as he wrapped his hands around my waist. It was quiet while I did this and not the comfortable silence.

"I'm loosing you."

"What?" I looked down at Chris as he spoke.

"I'm loosing you Mya, to that nigga." His voice was soft. I knew he was hurt."I saw you dancing with him. You wanted him, you were happy. The happiest you been all damn day. You wanted to comfort him not me."

I didn't say anything. I just looked at him."Chris-"

"Nah don't talk, baby." I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair. We were like this for a while. My fingers in his hair and his arms around my waist. Was he really loosing me?. Did I really want Kurt?

"Just, Just say you love me. I gotta hear it."

"I love you Chris." he nodded and pecked my lips before getting up walking out the door. I sat in his chair. I couldn't want Kurt. Chris was my man. The father of my child but i still couldn't couldn't fight the urge to remove Jurt from my mind. I pulled out my phone going through my contacts finding the number.

To: Kurt

I sorry about what happened.

Can I make it up to you?😕