The Best of Me

Don't

Abel

"Can you help me with this man?"

Lamar, Hawk, Hyghly, and I were sitting at my friend Robert's house. I met Robert during one of my tours when some crazed dude showed up backstage to kill me.

Two Years Ago

I was standing around, playing Call of Duty with Lamar and Bryson. Bryson and Robert knew each other since they were kids and he took him on every tour. I offered him a controller but he kindly declined, saying that he sucks at video games, especially Call of Duty, and he doesn't want to lose to "heavyweight champions". Right when I was about to tell him to put that mouth where his skills are, there was a loud bang outside the door. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the door. Shouts and screams surrounded the silence in the room. My bodyguard heard something coming from his walkie-talkie.

"There's been a security breach, get them out of here."

Lamar, Bryson, and I went out of the door next to the flat screen, with rover behind me. We ran out of the room as fast as we can. A few minutes later we heard gunshots coming from the room and that just made us run even faster. We got out of the building and ran into the public parking lot. All of us stopped at car and Robert told us to get down. All we heard was silence until I heard something shuffling beside me. A few seconds later, a guy with a gun popped out of nowhere right in front of me. I closed my eyes and thought about Christina. The last thing I did to her was break her heart over one petty thing, and now I'm going to die knowing that. I just want one minute to tell her how I really feel. I heard a gun go off and thought of the worst, but I didn't feel anything on my body. I opened my eyes to see the man get shot and fell on the ground. I sighed in relief and looked around to see who shot him. Turns out it was Robert. He came over to me and we both looked down at the body.

"You may not be good in Call of Duty, but that was a good ass shot."

End of Flashback

Robert looked around and thought about the answer to my question. Robert worked as a bodyguard for Bryson whenever he was on tour. When he wasn't on tour, he would help kill kidnappers, robbers, and murderers for a living. Except he's not in the CSI or FBI or any government agencies. Random people who know about his rep come and ask him for his help. If your daughter got shot and you know the man that did it, Robert's there. If you had gotten robbed by some drunks after coming home from a relaxing evening, Robert's there. If your girlfriend goes unexpectedly missing after you got in a car crash two days before...well you already know the answer to that.

"Yeah, I'll help. I'll get my guys ready and we'll go down there to get Chri-"

My phone rang and "Christina" was requesting a video chat. I looked up at everybody and clicked accept. Everyone gathered around me to see, but not too close that the person on the phone can see them.

"It's been exactly five hours since our last chat. Do you know what happened during those few hours?"

"Umm...no but you're going to tell me anyway."

"This," they showed Christina in a chair bruised and beat up. I saw some cuts on her face and legs, "is what happened. Do you know why? Because someone doesn't have my money."

"Look man, I'm trying alright."

"Well try harder. You only have about three or four hours to get me the money. Or I'm slitting her throat, and filming it for the whole public to see."

Then the call was ended.

I got up and and walked out of the room. I started pacing and threw a chair to the wall.

"Fucking shit."

I sat down and looked out of the window. If this is how it's going down, then we need more than just eight people to help us. I had to make the biggest call of my life, the only call. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. The line started ringing and I started to regret calling him.

"Hello?"

"Hey this is Abel. I need you help, it's about Christina."

Christina

"Why the hell are you doing this to me?"

I had cuts on my face and legs, I was bruised like a bitch, and I was fucking pissed off.

"Because you deserve it. You deserve all the pain you're getting."

"You didn't tell me what I did wrong though."

"Are you that fucking slow."

I shrugged my shoulders, "A little bit."

"Of course you are. Fine I'll tell you what you did. You stole Abel from me."

"What?! What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh don't act like you some innocent child from heaven. You know what you did."

I was still confused as hell. Who was this person, and how did I steal Abel from them?

"Ugh, do I have to do everything around here."

They took off their mask and turned around. My eyes go wide as I realized who it was.

First chapter of the new year!!! I would have updated sooner but school is stressing me out as always.😒

ABEL WAS NOMINATED FOR A GRAMMY AND AN OSCAR!!! 🎉🎊🎉🎊💁🏾 SO PROUD OF HIM. But it's sad that he's the only black person who has been nominated for anything this year. I mean there were some great movies like Straight Outta Compton and Creed. I think Michael B. Jordan should have been nominated as lead actor but I can't do anything about it.

Anywho back to Abel. 7 GRAMMY NOMS!!! Record of the Year better go to him even if the song is getting repetitive now. Album of the year I'm worried about, not because Kendrick Lamar is in the category but Taylor Swift is. If Taylor Swift gets that award over ABEL and KENDRICK, I'm going to have a bitch fit.😤 And it won't be pretty.

HAPPY NEW YEAR FAM🎊🎊
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