Separated (Chris Brown Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven

Brielle Davis

The game of truth or dare started out with a lot of dumb questions and immature dares. However, as the time passed, my interest in the game increased- and so did my interest in Chris. The truths became harder to spit out, and I learned a couple things about Chris I hadn't even thought about in our past ten years as friends.

It honestly felt good to know he trusted me enough to tell me everything, even small details about himself. Even if this whole "relationship" thing didn't work out, at least we'd always be friends.

Chris fumbled with his fingers, thinking of a dare for me. He narrowed his eyes, causing me to giggle. He's so cute.

"Oh, I got one," he smirked. "I dare you to kiss me."

I scoffed at his request. "That's such a dumb ass dare. I'd do that regardless," I smiled, leaning in.

After the kiss, it was my turn to ask. Chris was still smiling all goofy and shit after our exchange, and so was I. He just made me feel so- happy.

"So, truth or dare?" I questioned, sitting up a bit more. Chris rested his chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, pretending to think for a long ass time before responding.

"Truth," he grinned before pulling me closer with his left arm and pecking my cheek. This nigga.

My brain searched for a good question to ask; something I wanted to know.

His lame ass HAD to choose truth, I thought. I bit my lip, focusing on my hands. Before I could even register, a question popped out of my mouth.

"What's the worst thing you've done?" I spoke clearly. I waited, expecting a story about missing curfew, or smoking weed. Anything.

The smile that was formerly planted on Chris's face had begun to fade. The color drained from his face as he looked up, then looked down; trying to avoid eye contact. I narrowed my eyes at him, waiting for an answer. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

He was hiding something. So much for telling each other everything.

"Chris," I muttered, confused. He was out of it. It's like he was there, but he wasn't there. Clearly, my question had caught him off guard.

"Are you gonna answer the question or...?" I questioned, baffled by his behavior. He picked at his fingernails nervously, ignoring my question.

I stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth.

"I-it's fine. Don't answer the question. Just tell me when you're ready, please? I'm here for you," I pleaded.

Chris looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked sad, overwhelmed and angry all at the same time.

After a minute or two, he let out a deep sigh before turning to face me. He held my warm hands in his, looking me directly in my eyes before finally speaking.

Chris Brown

I didn't know what to say. I knew that if I told her she'd be upset, and if she found out on her own, she'd still be upset.

Either way, she had to know. The job had to be done soon whether she liked it or not, and I'm sure it would hurt her less if she knew first.

I honestly didn't know what she'd be more upset about- me hiding my condition, or the job I did to pay for my treatment.