𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 || 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐙

𝟏𝟎.) 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.

y/n pov:

as we finally finished cleaning up, chris had started driving back to my house one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh as he still payed attention to the road with a smirk on his face he just couldn't take off. "y/n..." he would add looking over at me a little.

"I'm glad you're here...y'know that shit right?" talking with a grin id add "of course I do, im glad you're here too." pulling up slowly to my house watching me grab my belongings he would say "alright if he do anything to you let me know you know the deal."

I quickly nodded as I stepped out the car he would pull me back in saying "I'll see you soon...? is friday night ight? I wanna take you out somewhere nice." adding with that toothy ass grin. "of course, what time?" "nine, ill send you the details when I have time." giving him a big kiss before I went inside.

stepping into my house the whole space was eerily quiet and dark allthough khalil's car was in the driveway our bedroom door was open with a dim light shining out of it as I seen khalil sobbing quietly as he looked at old pictures of us, when we were genuinely happy.

I didnt wanna creep around any longer before I'd knock on the door frame saying "hey bae, everything alright...?" I would ask him concerned as before I could react he would scoop me up hugging me tightly repeating how sorry he was. "what happened, are you okay? hurt?" I would say a little frantically and scared of the sudden movement. "please I'm so sorry for everything y/n...I need to talk to you so bad and ive been scared to even talk to you about this but its serious." khalil would be saying trembling.

"c'mere." I say holding him in my arms leading him to the end of the bed...shits weird but imma just go with it. "calm down...now what happened...talk to me baby." taking a large exhale khalil would start to say "I'm so sorry for all the times I've put my hands on you..."

"—everytime I have i've been on something and I know its not a excuse, and that we were never like this, and I could never ever lay a hand on you I just wanna show you that I miss the old us and I wanna show you that I can change for you and us in general...I threw away all my drugs I wanna start clean, I know the bruises and scars will never go away but please y/n...I can feel you giving up on us." he said in such a speed that was kind of hard to understood but I heard every word.

khalil would tell me with so much sincerity and genuine in his voice it scared me. "w-what? drugs? why didnt you tell me about what you were struggling with? i couldve helped you soone-" I would get cut off by him kissing and hugging me. he grabs my face with both hands repeatedly kissing my face. "I didn't know how to come to you about it and honestly I was embarrassed but I promise imma work hard to do better for me and you bae..."

something about this apology felt genuine. he looked me in my eyes with hope that I'd actually believe him and not in a fearing way but in a caring loving way. "ok." I respond feeling my eyes tearing up. "ok?" he says.

I simply nod my head just letting the tears run down my face. I don't know if these tears were tears of relief or of hope that this was real. this was the khalil I knew. he kisses me again and this time it feels like the most heartfelt thing I've felt with him for a while now.

brents pov:

on the ride home back to my place I couldnt help but feel so excited about me and y/n's date, I really love her ass so much but who knows when imma tell her allat. I cant help but try to atleast get her a lil sum, should I get her gifts? or what kind of flowers would she like? my mind was all over the place while I tried to figure shit out.

FRIDAY.

I take a couple more looks in the mirror fixing my suit and tie making sure I was looking good for y/n before grabbing my letterman jacket, keys, and a lil bouquet of roses. "who dem roses for?" chanel questions looking my away from the tv and over at me.

"nobody fr, jus bringing em for this iso event.." I mumble. "mmmhm. whateva." she rolls her eyes looking back at her show playing. I brush ts off cuz tonight not about her, it's all about y/n. one last look in the mirror and I make my way out the door towards my car.

things and such by partynextdoor playing in the background all I could think about was y/n. from the big things to the little things about her. her hair, her smile, her smooth soft skin, her good heart, the way she always manages to always make me smile. I smile a lil bit myself just thinking about it.

I finally pull up to "The Gallery", this nice ass restaurant that also plays as a little museum with arts pieces and shit everywhere, I know y/n into that type shit so why not.  walking in I go to the greeter before saying "Table for 2 under Chris Wood". "yup! right this way" the greeter grabs two menus before walking me over to our table.

I sit down looking at my watch *9:02, just two mins she'll be here any second*. "she said she'd be here so I'm good, she good." I mumble to myself. "would you like wine while you wait sir?" a waiter offered. "yea, yea, bring two glasses please. I got my lady coming here anytime now." the waiter nods his head before walking away.

about 15 minutes went by and still no show of y/n and that's when I started to worry. I grabbed my phone from my pocket before texting y/n but my message went green I scrunch my face up in confusion. I text again, green, my message went green again. and I panic.

I immediately get up grabbing my jacket and the roses off the table rushing out of the restaurant over to y/n's house. a million things went through my head as I drove *did he see her phone? did he hurt her? is she ok??*. I start to tear up a bit at the thought of him hurting her or worse.

I slow down on y/n's street parking across the street but not too close to the house. taking my suit jacket off and undoing the buttons on my cuffs I start to walk up to the house ready for anything. the closer I get I hear.. laughing? y/n's laughing. and not no fake shit. the same one she has with me. it's genuine?

"bae stoppp you know im ticklish stoppp!!" y/n's screams of joy. I stop dead in my tracks seeing them on the couch from the side of their living room window. "alr alr imma stop, imma stop" he responds with a fat ass smile on his face holding her in his lap. my jaw clenched at the sight of them being so happy. "I love you y/n" he said. "I love you too khalil" y/n smiles. he went in for a kiss and so did she.

that was all I needed to see before nodding my head and jogging back over to my car, speeding off. the car was silent, all I could hear was my engine roaring and my heartbeat racing "cool, it's all good." was all I kept saying to myself. I couldn't tell if I was angry, sad, betrayed, embarrassed or what. I just knew I was done with y/n.

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