Unforgivable| Chris Brown Love Story

Please Forgive Me

Tyga's POV

I walked to the kitchen for the twelfth time to get an icepack for my face. My face felt like I was hit with a big ass brick. I put the ice pack on my face and sat on my couch, the only thing that wasn't flipped over or ripped up. I took a look around the room and sighed. I can't believe I fought my brother, my bestfriend over some unnecessary bullshit that he should have never let happen.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my stash and started rollin up. I grabbed the blunt and walked into the kitchen to grab my peach flavored Ciroc off the shelf to pour up. I took a huge drag from my blunt and chugged my cup of Ciroc and I was gone. I was inhaling relief, exhaling the bullshit, and drowning my anger at the same time.

I started getting the munchies, so I walked to the cabinet until I saw my voicemail box have 5 messages from Angel. I lazyly pushed the play button and slid to the floor smoking my blunt laughing my ass off at nothing.

VOICEMAILS...

"Ty I'm calling to tell that next time you don't show up at the studio, tell me ahead of time, bye."

"Ty I've been calling you for hours and not answering is making my nerves bad call me."

"Mikey you really are scaring me please pick up the phone it's been 6 hours. I called Chris and he didn't answer either. He was with you last and I'm worried he did something to you. PLEASE pick up the phone."

"Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson if you don't answer this damn phone, I will come to your house and fuck you up so bad, I will make you the next Steven Hawkins. You better answer this damn phone. Don't play with me."

I started crackin up laughing when she said that. She always cussed when she mad, but if she not and you talk to her, you would've thought she came from Harvard and a rich neighborhood when really she's from the hood of Compton.

I got up slowly trying not to fall and grabbed my keys to drive to Angie's before she "fuck me up". I got in my Range Rover and rolled over to Angie's slowly so I wouldn't crash. Just because I'm fucked up don't mean I'm stupid, but I'm just glad she lived 2 blocks away.

I pulled up to her building and got out. I tripped over my feet and fell to the concrete, hitting my head. My head started bleeding, but I was so fucked up it didn't even hurt. I safely made my way up to her door where I made a sick beat and started rapping.

"T-Raw skinny nigga big balls

Fuck around get dragged, Ru Paul

You a funny little nigga, Duval

Out of this world, Total Recall

Call a bitch raw-"

"Nigga if you don't stop banging on my muthafuckin door!" I heard from the other side. I laughed and swayed back and forth waiting for her to open the door.

She opened up the door mad as shit until she got a good look at my face. She covered her mouth then she pulled me in the penthouse gently, and sat me on the couch.

She went to the back and came back with a first-aid kit and a wet towel. She washed her hands and squatted in front of me then spoke.

"Mikey...what happened." She looked like she was going to cry and that broke my heart.

"You know when I texted you saying Chris was at my house?" She nodded slowly. "Well instead of actually visiting me, he tackled my ass into my glass table and pounded my face in." She dabbed the wet towel on my wounds and cuts on my face.

"That still doesn't explain this big ass gauge in your head. Your whole shirt is bloody. Take it off so I can wash it." I took off my shirt and laid back down as she walked away. I was coming down from my high and my head was pounding. She came back and cleaned my wounds and wiped the blood off. She stitched me up and gave me Motrin for my headache.

"Where did you learn how to stitch?" She shook her head and laughed.

"You high as hell man. Remember momma taught me how to knit and I picked up from there."

"Cool man cool. Hey where is-" I got cut off by someone knocking on the door.

"I'll get it Mikey." She got up and left. Then I heard her yell.

"GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE YOU ASSHOLE!"

Man, Chris is here and this ain't gone end well.

Angel's POV

"Angel please let me explain." He begged on his knees and grabbed my waist resting his head on my stomach.

It took every part of me to not knock his yellow ass out and drag him out this building. I looked down to see him crying. Really tho? To him he met me like 3 weeks ago and he seem like he's in love with me. Where the fuck they do that at?

I sighed and pulled him up and brought him inside. He never let my waist go until we reached the living room and he saw Michael on my couch shirtless. He balled up his fist and looked at me with rage then back at Michael.

"What's going on here?" He said through his teeth. I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen to get an ice pack for Michael. I was gone only 10 seconds when I heard yelling and glass breaking. OH HELL NAW!

I ran to the living room where I saw Michael and Chris full on fist fighting and Chris was whooping Michael's ass. I tried to pull them apart, but they were too strong. I yelled and yelled but nothing, so I grabbed Chris's arm to pull him away from Michael. Instead he swung his arm back and and hit me hard as fuck in my face. I screeched in pain and fell to the floor holding my nose. Michael cussed under his breath and helped me off the floor. Chris tried to touch me but I flinched away and backed into Michael.

"Angel I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Mommy I'm- MOMMY!" Daniel ran in with my mom right behind him.

"Mommy what happened?" He looked like he was gonna cry and it made me hug him tight.

"Mommy had an accident it's okay baby." I kissed his head.

My mom ran to me and helped me out of Michael's arms and into the bathroom with Daniel never leaving my side.

Chris's POV

I can't believe what I just did. It was an accident, but she yelled for us to stop and I ignored it. I sat down on the couch with my head in my hands completely blocking out Ty who was cussing my ass out. I never meant to hurt Angel, especially draw blood. Her face was red and around her nose was purple and bloody.

All of a sudden my eyes were blinded by my tears as I got up and walked around Ty and out the front door. I turned around to Ty and spoke my lasts words.

"Tell her I'm sorry... for everything. She doesn't have to see me anymore." I sighed and spoke again. "And I'm sorry for being the worst brother to you... I-I'm sorry man." I walked out the door and to my car. I punched the steering wheel and wiped my tears. I pulled off with nothing but the feeling of remorse and regret.

I was speeding down the street, driving nonstop through stop signs and red lights trying to get to my mom's house to calm my nerves. I was going atleast 280 in my lambo when an 18 wheeler was coming to my right extremely fast. Before I could even react, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and my life flash before my eyes.

"God forgive me.

Ty forgive me.

Daniel forgive me.

Ms.Smith forgive.

Angel please forgive me."

Those were the last words that left my mouth before everything went black.