Talk that shit (A Chris Brown love story)

T'ea

I woke up in my small apartment to another meaningless day. I kicked the covers off of me and grabbed my IPhone off of the night stand. As I glanced at it my eyes grew wide. WHAT THE FUCK!!, I spat as I hopped out of the bed revealing me and my black lace panties with a white tank top on. I was going to be late for dance class if i don't rush my ass out this damn place. see i am only nineteen, and living on my own. I work part time at a kids dance studio to make money, hey i have to pay the rent and buy things somehow. I also pay my way through school. I am taking dance classes for all types of genres but mostly hip hop. This has always been my dream and way of freedom. Dancing is my inspiration. As soon as i got out of high school I was accepted into the school of arts. I was so fucking thankful. I felt like dancing was my life ever since I was a little girl with no other hope in the world. I ran to the bathroom to turn on my shower. I constantly put my hand under the water for a right temperature. Once I was satisfied I took my panties and shirt off and then got in. I shut the curtain as I reached for my body wash at the same time. Once I did that, I grabbed my wash Sponge and slowly rubbed the soft object against my body. When I was finished I got out after turning off the water. I grabbed my towl and headed to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and then reached over to my night stand to grab my vanilla cream lotion. I unwrapped the towl off of my body and squeezed some lotion in my hand. I then slowly went down to my legs to rub the lotion in. I then stood up to rub it in my thighs and then soon my ass and stomach. I then went from there to my boobs and my shoulders. Once I reached my neck I felt that familiar mark. I slowly rubbed lotion over it as I tried to forget about how I got this bruise. When I was thirteen my momma got married to a very rich man. She loved him so much to the point she would trust him over me. As the years went by I was constantly rapped and hit on by him. There were so many times i tried to tell her but she was to strung out on the drugs her own husband gave her. she was also a drunk and most of the time she would come in the house late at night not realizing the scars on my face. There were so many times that i tried to run away and take my drunk and high mother with me but she would refuse. She was so fuckin gone out of this world that i wanted to give up on her but i couldn't because I knew that the loving and beautiful women inside was still there. Time and time again I tried but she still rejected my help. I just couldn't believe she picked him over me. But one day it all changed when i heard loud gun shots coming from my momma's bedroom. At first i was scared to even get close to the door but i took my chances. when i cracked open the door i saw a puddle of blood on the floor. i then looked and saw my mom sprawled out not moving a single muscle. I started to quietly cry but not to loud because I didn't want him to hear me. I turned and ran to the small room that held guns and picked one to shoot him with. I then walked slowly up the steps. Once I reached the top I saw a angered man that I knew to well. He walked toward me. I grew so fuckin scared. As he got closer I pulled out the gun from behind my back and shot him in the head. After that I stood there and wondered why I been didn't do that shit. I ran past the dead body and to my mom. I fell next to her naked body covered in blood and i cried. I grabbed a sheet and covered her. I then went to call 911. While I waited I held my mommy until the paramedics came. They took her body away and that was the last time I saw her. I was questioned by the police and told the truth but i I never got any type of charges because I shot him in self defense plus i was really young.I then was placed in a foster home until a family that was very wealthy adopted me. I was put in school and let me tell you now, my ass was reckless, but only because i had to defend myself. people would constantly talk about me and make fun of me about being adopted. I would teach their ass a lesson and beat them the fuck up. I knew that i had to be independent no matter what and defend myself and that was the way. I soon moved out at eighteen and found an apartment downtown LA.Ever since then my life has changed. I don't trust any bitch or any man except for my best friend I met In eighth grade. Zernovia is my ride or die bitch and I love her for that. She can be a little cray but that's okay. I never really been in a relationship with a boy ever.I guess you could say I am not big on the social life. I barely go out in the public except for dance class and and morning walks to clear my head. I also go to my momma's grave to visit and let my feelings out. My best friend always tries to get me out of my apartment, and sometimes it works, but most of the time I reject. I then finished putting lotion on my body and got dressed. Once I was done I grabbed my socks and then put on my jays. Today I rocked some sweat pants and a sweat shirt. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth because I almost forgot. I didn't do much to my hair cause it was already straight and curly. I walked out of the bathroom and to the living room. I grabbed my keys and headed out of the doors and into the LA streets. ************* Once I reached the dance studio i took my position for warm ups. All of a sudden my attention was caught by a fine ass man.

Chris Pov

Beep Beep Beep

Ugh I woke up to another boring ass day in L.A. I glanced at my iPhone to see what tie it was.Oh shit I'm going to be late for my meeting with my P.O. When I was fourteen my mama was married to this powerful lawyer named Michael and her would always bear on my mama.One day I got tired of seeing him beat on my mama so on one day when they was fighting I tried to help her but that was bad move for me.He beat me like he was beating my mama.My P.O. Matt ass always checked up on me ever since then. He officially became my parole officer 3 years ago after the thing with Rihanna happened. He is like my dad since my real father left me and my mama when i was like five months old.Sometimes I wanna say fuck the fame but I do it for mama because I always promised her I would take care of her and my fans. I got her a big ass house in need York and I go visit her all the time. I hoped in the shower for fifteen minutes. I put on some black sweats and t-shirt because I have dance practice after my meeting. I walked in the garage and decided to take my Lamborghini Aventador. A nigga always got roll up in style.

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My P.O. says the usual. Be good,Stay out of trouble and you better not do nothing stupid. I listen to home most of the time. I got dance practice next. I love to dance.It was always my escape place. I especially love freestyle and hip hop dancing. Ballet,Acrobatic and Contemporary isn't bad but I like doing hip hop and freestyle better. I do practice the other styles a lit When I'm always alone. I'm actuallty pretty good at them but nobody can't know knew that. I parked my car and grabbed my bag out the front seat. I was walking to my class when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Ugh it was my crazy ass ex-girlfriend Karrueche. I keep telling her ass we are over but but I always go back and fuck her.

From: Karrueche

Why you are treating me like this? Is this how you treat your girlfriend and future baby mama?!

Bitch has to be on crack to think she my future baby mama. I was typing my reply when I bumped into somebody and my phone dropped.

What the fuck! I yelled while picking you my phone but but try instanly regreted it when I saw her face. Damn! She is fine.