Beys POV Chris and I finally have a day off today. So we decide to stay in. It's morning and Chris is getting the kids up. I hear the dogs begging to go out. Bey: hey baby, imma take the doggies out. Chris: ok baby. Be safe I kiss him and he goes into Chris Jr. Room to wake him up along with Blue in the other room. I throw on some short ivy park shorts on and an ivy park tank top. I put my slides on and run down stairs with the dogs. I put their leases on and head outside where they were bolting to go to the bathroom. I figure I take them on a lil walk so I open the gate and as soon as I close it,I see the annoying ass neighbors dog come charging twoards my 2 dogs. We have 2 pit bull dogs who are only 3 months old. As I was trying to prevent them from getting attacked, the guy body slammed me 7 feet away with the puppies in my hand. Neighbor: GET AWAY FROM MY DOGS YOU VISIOUS BITCH! IN YOUR FUCKING SLUT ASS OUTFIT! *steps on her back and on her head into pavement* Bey: OWWW! GET THE FUCK OFF! AHHHHH I felt my skull about to crack and this man weighs over 200lbs about. I'm pinned while he stands on me and his 2 dogs start nipping at me as I'm pinned down. He also keeps spitting on me. Chris POV We head back downstairs and I put the tv on in the living room. Jr: DADDY!!! MOMMY!!! GUY HURT MOMMY!!! I see him screaming crying with Blue at the door. Blue is 5 and Jr is 4. My blood boils as I see the wack ass neighbor across the street stepping on my lady with his nasty ass dogs biting her. And she's got our new puppies in her arms. Hell nah! I didn't even have time to reach my Glock. Chris: Stay here you two! And don't look! I sprint across the lawn and open the gate and the guy turns his head just as I knock his ass to the ground.
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Suddenly, the neighbors come out and I'm beating the fuck outta this guy. His face is unrecognizable at this point covered in blood and Bey comes over and spits on his face and so do I. Chris: YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY WIFE YOU SICK FUCK! GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! AINT NO ONE DISRESPECT HER LIKE THAT!!!! I thought he was unconscious but he wound up throwing one good punch at me. I ain't no 200 lbs so this guy land on me, I'm fucking squished. I strike back and we keep going at it. Neighbor: Stop beating this man up Chris!!! What's wrong with you? The sick fuck is finally asleep and I see police pullin up. I turn and hug my baby and our pups. I look up and see the kids giving us a thumbs up through the window. I'm covered in his blood. Chris: baby, are you guys ok? Don't worry, imma take ya to the hospital! Police: Christopher Brown, you're under arrest for assault. B&C: what?? They pull me apart from Bey and hand cuff me. Neighbor 1: we saw outside the window, Chris just attacking this innocent man. He would never hurt anyone, not even a fly. Right all? Neighborhood: yea! no! Part said yes and part said no. I look to my left and see a suspect in all of this especially. Smirking.
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Beys POV Bey: you fuckers! Always fucking up shit! We have proof!! Check everyone's cameras!!! He's innocent! Officer: mam! Step back before we throw you in too! Chris: it's ok baby. These dipshits gonna be wrong in court! And all you suck! Azaliea: thank you officers. Them and their kids have been a menace to this neighborhood. I'm pretty sure she even practices witch craft at night too. I charge for her but the officer pushes me back. They throw Chris in their and head out. All the neighbors blush and go home. I look through the crowd to see where that bitch went and the man also, but they disappeared. I run back into the house with the puppies and I'm still in a world win of pain. I'm finna get the Glock. Gonna be tellin that judge he gon get 2 more cases.
