Imagines Request

Don't Know What You Got 'Till

|Not a request|Chris Brown| Part 1

Excuse any mistakes. Enjoy! :)

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Tears sprung in Alaina's eyes as the clock rolled around from 11:59 p.m. to 12:00 A.M. Chris said that he'd be home six hours ago, making it in time for her party. It shouldn't take him until technically the next day to get home. He isn't coming from somewhere too far away.

Alaina instantly began to regret every giving this man another chance. He promised her a change and she has yet to see it.

She lied her head down on the pillow, giving up on Chris and their "relationship". Before she could fall asleep, she heard the footsteps that she'd been waiting to hear earlier, but now wished eternal damnation upon the owner.

"Babe?" He ran his hand in her sprawled out hair on the pillow.

"I'm sleeping." She mumbled blandly.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry. I was supposed to get back early, but some stuff came up."

Chris began rambling on about whatever has happened to come up, but Alaina wasn't listening. Tears ran down her eyes and soaked the pillow.

She sat up and sniffled as she glared at Chris. "You said you'd come the party."

"Babe," He sighed. "I had work."

Alaina narrowed her eyes and smelled the air. "Do you sell drugs for a living? Do you work at a strip club?"

"Why you playing? You know I'on sell no damn drugs and I don't work at no fucking strip club." He huffed as he began to strip out of his clothes.

"Oh yeah? Then, why do you reek of weed," she sniffed his clothing. "Perfume and liquor."

"Stop. We went to the club for-"

"You asshole!" Alaina screamed as she attacked Chris.

He put his hands up in attempt to block the blows until he managed to grab her hands. Tears continued to trail down her eyes.

She hates him. For real this time, she hates him.

"I hate you." She hissed.

The darkness of her once gleaming grey eyes put a sliver of fear in Chris. Alaina began packing bags of her clothing. Despite how late it is, Alaina doesn't want to spend any more time in the presence of him.

"You leaving?" Chris asked.

"What does it look like?" She countered.

"Well, Good riddens!" He retorted.

Alaina rolled her eyes and drug her bags out to her car before hopping in herself and driving off. Surprisingly, the streets are busy. As she sat at the light, tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. She couldn't belie-

C R A S H !

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Chris paced in the waiting room. Alaina was in the center of a huge car crash. Her small sports car flipped three times due to the impact of the crash and the speed she was going.

"Family of Alaina Richards?" A man, Chris assumed to be a doctor, came into the room.

Chris stood in front of the man. "It's just me."

Chris instantly felt bad that he practically forced Alaina to leave all her family in Virginia, their hometown, to come here with him.

The doctor gave Chris a helpless, apologetic look. "I'm so sorry."

Chris fell back into a chair in tears. It's all his fault. Chris blindly signed some papers without knowing or caring what they said. The only thing on his mind now is what should've been on his mind earlier: Alaina.

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Inspired by a collection of media that I sorta took my own spin on.