Heart Break (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction.)

Ten.

Chris

I was about to bring death to this nigga. This nigga think he can just come fuck things up.

"Damn!" I stated while hitting the steering wheel. I looked down at the gun in my hands. I chuckled a little. Samya and Christopher is my life and this nigga came and fucked shit up. Im so confused. Why would she do this to me? Karma huh?

I heard knocks on my window. I looked up and saw Mijo standing there. I got out the car, tucked my gun in my waist.

"What?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Samya crying and shit talking about you bout to kill some nigga."

Oh so she crying when she the one being a hoe? I couldn't hep but laugh. She had some fucking nerve.

"Fuck Samya!"

"Calm down. You cant be going around trying to kill people. Think of my nephew."

I sighed and ran my hand down my face. Christopher needed his dad in his life and I had no plans on leaving but at the moment I was pissed.

"Man, she messing with that nigga."

"Who?"

"Some nigga from the club." I sat on the hood of my car looking out at nothing in particular. "He calling her phone and shit."

"Maybe there's a reason. Look man just hear her out."

"Hell nah, Fuck her!"I lit a blunt and took a long drag out of it. I could care les about what Samya had to say.

"Come on do it for me bro."

Mijo always knew what to say to get me to do shit. He was my brother and I was going to do this for him only. I sighed and passed him the blunt while I put the gun in the car. "Where she at?"

"India just took her home."

I jumped in my car and made my way home.

***

Hear her out. Should I? Why should I have to listen to her? When I made my way to the house India car was no where in sight. I opened the door and went up to my son's room to discover he wasn't in bed. I walked to our room and there she was. Christopher was laying on the bed with his coat and shoes on sleep. Samya had her phone to her ear. Her back turned to me.

"You aint gotta warn the nigga." I stated as she turned around. Her eyes red and filled with tears. Her hair was a damn mess. She really did look like hell. I noticed a suitcase on the bed filled with clothes. Hers and Christopher's. "What you doing?"

"Leaving. Like you said." She continued throwing some clothes in the bag. I couldn't take this.

"My son aint going nowhere."

She scoffed and turned to me. "He's not staying here with you."

I walked over to her glaring at her. She had me fucked up.

"Answer this one question. Did you fuck him?"

"No Chris!" she screamed. She started crying harder. "Why can't you believe me? Why cant you let me explain myself, Huh? I let you every time you fucking cheat on me. I fucking take you back. I'll do it in a heartbeat but I cant take this shit now. I'm done Chris."

I watched as her tears kept coming.

Samya

"What so you saying its cool for you to see this nigga?"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Christopher sitting him in his bed until i'm done. I walked back to the bedroom and Chris stared at me. It was quiet as I packed my clothes.

"I hate it."

"What?"

"I hate how this nigga trying to take you from me."

I sighed. He always thought that someone was going to take me from him and that was his problem. "Damn that's you're problem Chris. You're jealous. You're fucking blind to the fact that I only want you baby. I cant be with nobody else cause I'm stuck on your stubborn ass. I cant live without you. You're my life."

I was in front of him, In-between his legs holding his face in mines. He looked at me and sighed. "That's why I think we need a break."

His head snapped up as he looked at me intensely. "What?"

"Chris we cant keep going like this." I walked over to the bags and grabbed them but Chris took them. "It;s not healthy."

"You aint leaving me!" he screamed.

"Chris we need some time apart."

"Nah. Mya no we don't, come here."He pulled me to him. Wrapping his tatted arms around me kissing my cheek, holding me tight. "I need you baby. Without you I aint shit. I didn't mean that shit back at momma's house."

I felt tears fall from my eyes. I didn't want to do this but I knew I had to. He looked at me and I notice him crying. Something he hasn't done in so long.

"Chris stop just please let me go."

"No baby. We can- we can work this out baby I swear. Just please don't leave me. I need you, I need our son."I pulled away and walked over to the room getting the bags. He was making this hard. I let out a sigh as Chris grabbed me. "Baby, please please don't leave me. Im changing you see that right. Im trying to do better."

"I know Chris. We just need to end this. You hurt me so many times."

"I know and im sorry, Just please don't leave me"

I sighed and grabbed Christopher before placing him in the backseat on the car. Chris following my every move begging me to stay. Before I can get in the car Chris pulled me to him and kissed me slowly. I kissed back as tears fell from my eyes. Chris pulled away and stroked my cheek. I grabbed his hand kissing the palm. Pecking his lips.

"I love you Chris."

"I love you too."

I kissed his lips one last time before getting in the car.

"Goodbye Chris."