Lost Love

Lost Love: Still Planning

Los Angeles, California
February 11th
1:20 a.m.
August Anthony Alsina

I was asleep in bed, all peaceful and shit when my damn phone wanna ring. It was jus' a text tho. Shit was still loud ass hell. Louder den a alarm clock.

"Man who da' fuck textin' at 1 in da' fuckin' mornin'? Man damn." I grabbed my phone, rubbed my eyes a lil bit and opened da' text. It read:

Unknown Number: Hey baby. I miss you

I replied to it.

Ion kno who this is but you got the wrong number -August

Ion know who da' hell dat was but I'm sho not bout ta' get my ass kicked. I know it wasn't Nika cause I got ha' phone numba' coded into my phone.

"Goddamn man. Muhfuckas wanna text a nigga phone early in mornin' and shit." I mumbled and pulled da' pillow ova my head again.

Los Angeles, California
1:35 a.m.
February 11th
Christopher Maurice Brown

"Thanks Jas. I really appreciate you for doing this. So just keep texting him. Leave enough messages on his phone for Nika to see. Send pictures, hell call him. Just make sure he gets caught." I said over the phone.

"Okay Chris. I want my money after this is all over."

"I will get you your money after this is over."

"I'll have yo money. Don't rush me. Just do what you were told to do." I hung up and sat my phone on the stand. Kae still gone. I think she cheating on me. Ima find out tonight.

Karrueche Tran

It was about 3 in the morning and if Chris caught me coming in the house this early, he would flip out. I carefully opened the door, trying not to make any noise and tiptoed into the house. The light flicked on and Chris was sitting on the couch with a bottle of water in his hand.

"Chris! You scared me."

"I bet I did. Where were you?"

"Huh?"

"If you can 'huh' you can hear me. I'm gonna ask you again, where were you Karrueche Teintrese Tran?"

"I um. I was with my sister. Yea I was with my sister."

"You sound a lil unsure. You sure you was with yo sister all day?"

"Yes Chris I'm sure."

"Then what's this?" He showed me his phone. It was an article Hollywood Life had written about me and some Roger a few hours ago. I shoulda been more careful.

"Chris that's not what it looks like?"

"Oh really? Then why the fuck are y'all kissing?!"

I jumped back. "I met him last week. He told me I was beautiful, then we went back to his apartment. One thing led to another and we had sex. Chris, it was an accident! I swear it was!" I cried hoping he would buy this.

"Don't cry now. Cause you wasn't crying when you was fucking that white boy! Tell me this. How long did he last?"

"What?"

"How long did he last? How long did y'all fuck before that nigga made you cum?"

"Twenty-five minutes." I mumbled. He laughed and walked over to me.

"Get the fuck outta my house NOW!"

I walked upstairs to the bedroom and grabbed two suitcases and pulled the drawers open. I slung my clothes into them and went to the bathroom to get the rest of my stuff. I walked downstairs and looked at Chris with his feet propped up. "Wait." He stopped me. My face lit up a little.

"Gimme my credit card back. You ain't slick."

"This isn't fair you know. You cheat and you expect me to just forgive you and move on. But when I cheat, you throw me out on the street." I said handing him his credit card.

"I'm not throwing you on the street. Go to your sister's house. Problem solved. Now get out."

I sighed, pick up my suitcases and opened the door to my truck. I slung them in the backseat and climbed in the driver's seat. I took a long look at the house before pulling out of his driveway.

Christopher Maurice Brown

Thank god she is gone. Now that she's out of the picture, I can proceed with my plan on getting Nika back. I really miss her. I miss her smile, her laugh, her scent, everything. And I'm not stopping till I get her back in my arms. But Ima need some type of sex cause I know this plan might take long. Lucky for me, I got a few hoes on speed dial. I scrolled through my contacts and found Jennifer. She can't ride but she can suck a nigga dick real good. I clicked on it and put the phone up to my ear, waiting for her to answer.

"Hey Chris."

"Wassup Jen. Watcha up to right now?"

"Um nothing. What ya need?"

"I think you know what I need. Mind coming through for a minute?"

"I don't mind. I'll be there in a bit."

"Aight coo." I hung up. I stood up and did my happy dance. Fenna get some head! I'm bout to get some head! Yea!

Los Angeles, California
February 11th
2:21 p.m.
Onika Tanya Miraj

"Hey Anthony. Ion know where ya daddy at, but I hope he gets here soon because I really miss him and I know you and Andrew miss him too. Yes."

"Baybeh." He whispered in my ear. I almost screamed when I saw him but then thought about all the babies here.

"August you scared me. Don't do that anymore. Ever."

"I'm sorry baybeh. I didn't see ya in ya room so I assumed ya was hea' and I was right. How my sons doin'?"

"Drew is still asleep and Ant is falling asleep on me. They already ate so I'm good."

"Wait, Ant? I unda'stand Drew, but Ant?"

"Yea its for Anthony. You don't like it?"

"I'm not sayin' dat Ion like it, but I'm not sayin' dat I like it eitha'. Ion know. I guess it'll stick on me."

"I'm sure it is because I'm gonna say it all the time."

"Nuh uh. I'm callin' him yungin' all da' time."

"Nigga that's yo nickname."

"I know. But one of da' boys gotta take it. Since Andrew already got a coo nickname, Anthony gon take yungin'. Dats da way it works."

"You are mean I hope you know that."

"Nope I'm a sweetheart. Yo ass jus' hatin'."

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Chris finally got rid of Karrueche. Is she finally gone or is she gonna come back? Should I make a sequel? Comment please. 10+ votes and 5+ comments. Be breezy!