you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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T/W: SA, DV.
"Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga Chuck E. Cheese Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet."
Date: October 29th Time: 9:40 PM Location:Travis' Rundown Mansion
Travis finally stepped back, tossing the used condom aside with disgust and shoving Jazelle back down on the bed. His movements were harsh, each one a reminder of his dominance and control. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room, a grim soundtrack to the nightmare Jazelle was living.
Lying flat, Jazelle's eyes were empty as she stared up at the ceiling, her tears silently streaming into the pillow beneath her head. The room felt like a prison, filled with the stink of his sweat and her pain; suffocating her with the residue of Travis' presence and her own despair.
Travis smoothed out his shirt and turned back to her, flipping on a fake, sickeningly smile. He sat at the foot of the bed, his voice soft but eerie, as if he was about to start some twisted game.
"I know you clean, but I ain't fucking you raw yet. I know you fucking that nigga Blaze raw. You dirty like that," Travis spat, trying to degrade her further. "I'm sure he knows it's over between y'all. That nigga weak, he ain't coming for you."
Jazelle couldn't muster a word; the mention of Blaze twisted her heart painfully. She missed him so bad, it hurt more than her being locked in this hell.
"You know, Jaz, maybe you should just crash in my room from now on. You won't have to deal with nobody else if you're mine," Travis cooed, reaching out to wipe her tears in a mock display of gentleness.
Jazelle flinched away from his touch, squeezing her eyes shut. Her mind screamed at her to run, to fight back, but her body was too worn out, too broken down to respond. She turned her head, refusing to look at him.
Travis kept on, his tone dripping with false sweetness. "We could build something here, just you and me. I'll make you stop whoring around, maybe you can be my bottom bitch or some shit," He said, as if offering her a favor. The thought alone made Jazelle's stomach turn. But trapped in this nightmare, what choice did she have? He smiled, pleased with himself for having her exactly where he wanted.
Jazelle lay there, her body recoiling from him, her spirit crushed and screaming inside. Her silence was her only shield, her thoughts racing for any escape, longing for the life she had been stolen from, for a moment of numbness to escape her brutal reality. Each moment with Travis felt like another chain wrapping around her soul, making the thought of rescue not just a hope, but a critical need.
Travis had Jazelle cornered, feeling like he held all the cards. He was dead set on wiping Blaze from her mind, just like he had with Kizzle before. He was plotting to get rid of Blaze for good, and dead set on showing Jazelle she wasn't gonna be with nobody but him.
