I pulled up to the house and parked my car. I sighed and got out. Walking up to the door, I tried to calm myself so I wouldn’t go off on this man as soon as I saw his face. Taking a deep breath, I took out my keys and unlocked the door. Wayne walked in, confused at first, but when he saw me, he grinned. “My little girl!” He said. I gave him a little smile and hugged him. He pulled back and looked at me worried. “What’s wrong?” He asked. I shook my head, “I’ll tell you later, okay?” He nodded. “Is Michael here?” I asked. “Dang, usin’ the formal name? He must be in trouble. But yeah he’s upstairs” I thanked him and headed upstairs.
“MICHAEL RAY STEVENSON, GET YOUR LYING ASS OUT HERE, NOW!” I yelled. Twist poked his head out of his door. “Hey Nic” He said. I smiled and waved at him. “Hold on, I’m takin’ a shit!” Mike yelled out. Then I heard footsteps walking towards me. I turned around and saw Drake, “Hey girl” “Hey Drake” He hugged me and whispered in my ear, “I guess you found out about the song?” I nodded. “I’m sorry, Nic. I’m so sorry” “It’s not your fault, Dray” I said. He let me go and I walked into Mike’s room. He walked out, pulling his pants up. “Yo, what’s up, Nic?” I stood up and got in his face. “Michael who the fuck do you think you’re playing?” I asked. He looked confused, “Nicole, what’re you talking about?”
“Molly, Tyga? Really?” His face dropped. “Oh fuck” He whispered. “MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU PROMISED ME. You’re risking your life for a stupid drug. What about us, Michael? What about me and Cameron and Dominic and Chad and Chris? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES US FEEL? You told me…you promised me you’d stop. And then you go and make a song about it?” I sobbed. He tried to hug me, “Nic, I’m sor—“ “No, FUCK your apology. I’m so done with you. You’re my brother Michael. My older brother. Act like it”
I turned to try and walk out the door, but he grabbed my arms. “No, Nic, you’re not walking out on me. Hear me out, okay?” He begged. I turned around slowly. “What could you possibly have to explain?” “I’m only on it because I’m stressed out…” “About?” He rubbed his hands across his face and sighed. “Chyna’s pregnant….” I was silent. “Did you hear m—“ “So you thought….by fucking up your life….risking your life…..while you have a kid on the way would….help you?” I asked. “I wasn’t thinking” “Clearly. Does Chris know?” I questioned. He looked down and didn’t say anything. “Michael.”
He sighed, “I think….I don’t know what Chris is on right now, Nic….he was really depressed earlier today. I don’t know what happened to him, but he called me and he was hysterical and freaking out….and he said some pretty crazy shit…” My heart dropped. “This is my fault” I whispered. “What?” He asked. “I’ll talk to you later, I gotta go” I said, walking out the door. “Oh fuck no, if this has to do with Chris, I’m going.” “Whatever, Mike”
We walked downstairs and out the front door to my car. I pulled out of the driveway and peeled off towards Chris’ house. We arrived at his house 10 minutes later and ran towards his front door. I banged on the door, yelling, “CHRIS?!” No answer. Michael pulled out a key and unlocked the door. We burst in the door calling Chris’ name. Still no answer. I ran up the stairs as Michael searched the downstairs.
I had been searching for about 10 minutes when I heard Michael calling my name. “Nicole?! Get down here!” I started down the stairs and he was still yelling, “Oh, fuck. Call 911!” He yelled. I pulled out my phone and ran down the rest of the stairs. I dialed the number and ran into the bathroom I heard Michael screaming from. My phone slid out of my hand and clattered to the floor when I saw Chris.
