True Lies {Starring} Tyga ft. Chris Brown

Chapter 2

June 30, 2010

Miami, Florida

I was visiting my brother for my summer break and so far, it's been great. We party, go to the beach, shop, and get mauled by his fans.

It's cool being Chris Brown's sister and all, but the fact that there are some thirsty bitches in this world makes me wish I was an only child.

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We were downstairs eating breakfast and planning our day like we usually did, but since we've done just about everything, we were beginning to run out of options.

"You want to go to the beach?" I asked him but hoping he'd say no. The beach was the place we got the most attention and I didn't feel like running for my life today.

"Naw, not today. Let's take the g5 to L.A." He suggested. I hadn't been to city walk in a while so I didn't have a problem with idea.

I headed upstairs to get a backup outfit for when we got there. I didn't need anything else because the g5 would bring us back to Miami whenever we got ready to leave.

Once we arrived, we were met by a cherry red old skool box chevy sitting on gold twenty two inch rims.

“I could punch you in your fuckin' face right about now.” I said through gritted teeth as we walked up to the car.

“Sorry, Ci. It was short notice and this was the best I could do.” Chris said as we approached the doors.

I told him to shut the fuck up before I opened the car door and sat inside slouching in my seat with my arms folded and a mean mug from hell on my face.

“Heyyy, Ci.” Is what I heard the coming from the voice in the front seat.

“Don’t fucking talk to me, Michael.”

“Oh naw. Get yo disrespectful ass out my god damn car then.”

Before Chris could try to protest, I was already out of the car and walking down the street. I pulled my touch iPod from out of my purse, put my phone on airplane mode, and jammed down the street until I found a taxi. I gave him an address and twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a huge white house. I stepped out, paid him, and walked up to the big front door of the house and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later I was greeted by a tall, middle aged, brown skinned man better known as my ex father in law.

“Hey Phyllicia! Long time no see! How have you been?” He asked as he pulled me into a hug and slid over to let me inside the house.

“I’ve been okay, Dad. Just here with Chris for the day then heading back to Miami for the rest of the summer.”

“That’s good. We miss you around here. Junior does too.”

I heavily sighed. “I know. I miss you guys too. Where is he?”

“He’s upstairs. You can go up there if you want.”

I nodded my head and started for the stairs. Their house was the biggest in the neighborhood with indoor and outdoor swimming pools and basketball courts. It was four stories with ten bedrooms and ten bathrooms. They had a clubbing room, a game room, a bowling alley; anything you could name was in the Millers’ house.

I walked up to Romeo’s room to see him lying across his king sized bed with the TV watching him. In other words, he was asleep. I climbed on the bed, laid beside him, and kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered open and then got wide when he realized it was me. Romeo sat up quickly to hug me and kiss my cheek.