My Personal Trainer 2

Christopher Brown

I was laying on the couch sleep when I woke up to my cellphone ringing. I grabbed my phone seeing that I had several missed calls from Beyonce and a few missed calls from Coach. After a long day at practice, and then a long night in the studio, I was beyond tired. I entered my password and then clicked on my messages.

"Chris this is coach, I need you to come down to the gym immediately," I sighed wondering what the hell he wanted. I didnt have time for the bullshit today, lately he had been bitching about me being late for practice or me dunking the basket or me not passing the ball the Jason who was playing ball in a wheelchair.

I swear I hated that nigga, everyday at practice I found my bag wide open with things missing, salt had been poured into my water and when ever i took a shower somebody would always take my towel so i couldnt dry off. He was always the last person in the gym so i just knew it was his weird ass but he claimed he had nothing to do with it, but i knew his ass was fucking with me.

He was trying to get under my skin and I swear sometimes I wanted to go off but I didnt I kept my composure and acted as if it didnt bother me, but deep down inside I wanted to kill his ass, especially whenever he flirted with Beyonce.

Whenever she would walk pass he would act as if he was hurt so she could help him, one day When beyonce walked up to help him i swear I saw him try and touch her ass, so when she walked away I tripped his ass, and played it off like I didnt know what he was talking about when he accused me off tripping him.

       I stretched right before grabbing the remote turning off the tv and folding moms throw blanket. I threw on my shoes and went into the kitchen.

"And of course, there's nothing in this bitch to eat," I said rolling my eyes. Since my mom had gone out of town with my auntie and uncle, there hadnt been no food cook, Beyonce can cook but her ass been lazy lately.

      I sighed grabbing my car keys. I felt like driving my motorcylce today, but just before I could hop on, my phone began ringing, I saw that it was a call from Beyonce.

"Hey babe whats going on?" I asked dryly.

"Nothing just checking to see if you picked up Lyric?" she asked.

"That was today? I thought I was supposed to pick him up tomorrow!" I yelled.

"No chris, I cant believe you forgot to get him, your mom is out of town with your aunt, and Im working long hours tonight I told you this morning while you were in the shower to get him," she said rolling her eyes.

"oh thats what you were saying," i smirked. She skipped her lips and rolled her eyes. Nigga this is not a joking matter, you know how Pamela is when we forget to pick him up.

"why is he even at a daycare, I told you we should of gotten a nanny," I said rolling my eyes. "Chris dont make me beat your ass, Go get my damn son!" she yelled.

"Man you better watch who you talking to Giselle, I'll beat yo ass," I said as I hopped in the van.

"Nigga I want you to try me, I don't think you want another encounter with Hot sauce, she said right before hanging up. I rolled my eyes and started the car. "Fuck you and then that damn bat girl," I mumbled just as Avant's Read Your Mind began to play, I turned the radio up as I rolled down the windows and backed out of the driveway.

I headed down the street and on to the expressway, after the twenty minute ride, I drove into Niko's PlayHouse and parked the car.

I walked inside the daycare up to the mini desk where Patricia's fine ass sat acting as if she was working. I licked my lips and looked at her with hooded eyes.

"wassup P," I smirked.

"Bye Chris, " she giggled as she got up walking me to the play room I chuckled. When Patricia sprained her ankle Beyonce came to her house and gave her physical therapy, Beyoncé stayed with her for a week and a half because her injury was pretty bad. Come to find out,  she was running away from her abusive ex David.

He used to beat her badly, I felt sorry for her because she was a very beautiful girl and she didnt deserve to go through the bullshit that he had put her through. I would never hurt Beyoncé, shit Beyoncé and her family crazy as hell I probably wouldn't live to see the next day if I had of tried some bullshit like that.

"So wassup with you and my boy Aug?" I smirked thinking back to my birthday party when me and Beyoncé caught her and August in the closet damn near fucking.

She giggled and blushed, she didn't even have to tell me Aug already told me everything. Told me she was freak, and she put it down on him whenever she could.

"Were getting along just fine," she giggled with a wide grin on her face. My boy Aug was a player for real Patricia was damn near in her forties and August was only twenty nine. I guess I couldn't talk, Beyoncé was five years older then me. Shit it's like they say the older the berry the sweeter the juice.

We made it to the play room and all the kids were playing. I scanned the room for Lyric and he was no where to be found.

That's strange. I said as I walked over to the playhouse. I stooped down looking inside and he wasn't there, "did he go to the bathroom?" I asked looking back at Patricia.

"Let me go check," she said as she walked away. My heart began to race as I tore the room from top to bottom, Lyric loved playing hide and go seek, so I checked the closets, I stormed in the kitchen looking under the cabinets and in the small pantry.

"Hey you can't be in here," some older lady said as she held a plate full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

"Shut the fuck up?! You back here making sandwiches, and you're fat ass just over there standing aside looking stupid! And my SON IS FUCKING MISSING!" I yelled throwing whatever was in my path.

"Chris! Chris! Calm down please!" Patricia yelled.

"How can you tell me to calm down when my son is missing!" I yelled.

"Missing? What's your sons name?" The fat bitch in the corner said, she was scared straight you could tell she was about to piss her pants.

"L-Lyyric Lyric Brown," I said as I began to stutter. Shit was bad whenever I began to stutter, my hands began to shake and my heart began beating rapidly fast. I began to sweat the more I thought about Lyric being gone the more angrier I became.

"I saw Lyric leave an hour ago with some guy," She said.

"Some guy so you just let him leave!" I yelled.

"He had a valid ID, he said he worked with you guys and that Beyoncé was working long on a project and that you weren't out of practice so you guys told him to come get Lyric," she whimpered.

"You stupid ass bitch!" I yelled kicking over a chair I stormed out of the daycare center worth Patricia behind me calling my name.

I wasn't even thinking when I got in the car, I sucked my teeth, starting the engine, my phone began to ring and it was Beyonce. I didn't have time to hear her ass I was on a mission.