Star Crossed (Chris Brown)

16.

Chris POV

I turned back in the bedroom door frame. "I'll be back in a couple hours okay?"

She just nodded. I sighed in frustration and left the house. Ever since the day in the hospital, Rae doesn't talk. At all. She just nods or shakes her head 'no'. I understand, she's hurting but I just wish she would talk to me. Hell, talk to somebody, I just want to know that she's not gone mute.

They released her a little over a week ago and she's been staying with me ever since. I did not want her staying at her house by herself, especially because he knows where she lives. So, she packed all of her stuff and came with me.

Everyday, all she does is shower, lay in bed with Princess, watch TV and sometimes cry. It's sort of driving me crazy. Not in a bad way, I just can't deal with seeing her like this. I want nothing more than to have that nigga's neck in my hands. Matter of fact, I need to make a few calls.

"Yo." I called my boy Monty.

"Wassup, Breezy?"

"Can you do something for me?" I pulled in the parking lot and parked.

"Of course, I gotchu."

"Aight, cool. I need you to get everything you can find on a dude named Anthony Perry."

"Aight, I'll get back to you." I hung up and sighed.

Monty was a private investigator that I had met a few years back. He's real cool and gets every job done. I wanted to find out about this guy before I do anything.

When Rae was released, the detective came back and took his name and her statement. She said that they would do everything they can but that's not good enough for me so I'm taking it into my own hands. I'm going in with caution though, my album is about to come out and I'm not trying to mess up anything.

Breaking my thoughts, I got out of my car and went into the studio. I've been writing some songs lately and I just felt like recording them.

Rae'lynn

I sat in the middle of the bed with Princess cuddled up with me. I wasn't even watching the TV, just drowning in my own thoughts. 

Going through something like that at the age of 14-15, of course it was traumatizing but I bounced back. I had a good support system and I had goals plus I thought the restraining order protected me forever.

Now, it's all coming back to haunt me again. I'm not ready to deal with this. What if he tries to come after me or Chris or my family?

Oh my .. I never told my family. My eyes grew wide and my hands started to tremble.
I promised them that if anything ever happened again, I would tell them. But I'm scared because my dad and Rashawn are going to be out for the kill.

I sat there, contemplating whether I should call them. I can't just lie to them like everything is okay when it's clearly not.

I sighed and sat up. I grabbed the phone and dialed Rashawn's number, first.

"Wassup sis?" He surprisingly answered. I was kind of hoping he was busy with work.

"Hey." I tried to contain my shaky, quiet voice. I haven't talked in weeks.

"What's wrong?" He got serious. He could always sense when something was wrong with me.

"Uh, please don't blow up when I tell you this."

"What happened?" I could hear him clench his teeth.

"Um, I got attacked the other night and it turns out that it's Anthony," speaking his name made me bust out in tears. "He back Rashawn, he's back." I cried.