INTERNATIONAL - (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction Love Story)

CHAPTER 35

- ZAHRA'S POV

We got to Justin's LA house the next day and the place was even bigger than Chris'. The long, gravelled driveway made the property secluded but, with it being in LA, it wasn't exactly in the middle of nowhere. The grounds were extremely immaculately cut and it was all beautifully presented; there were ponds nestled with extraordinary wildlife, a forest that looked like it could be home to a thousand deer and a huge swimming pool complete with a rather expensive looking outside dining area.

I looked over to Justin when he had parked the car. "Wow, Justin. This place is -"

"Shhh... words aren't needed," he let slip a small smile, leaning over to kiss me. We got out of the car and he extended out his hand. I took it in mine and we walked up to the door, which was being held open by two men.

"Thank you," I said to them when Justin didn't. They bowed their heads in acknowledgement.

The property's interior was... well, there's no word to describe how it was. The first thing that caught my eye was the elegant, wrought iron staircase. It was a grand masterpiece, it was center stage - but Justin didn't want to boast about it. In fact, Justin didn't want to boast about anything that was located downstairs; he wanted to take me upstairs.

We went up to the third floor and into one of the many bedrooms, with Justin opening up an ebony wardrobe.

"Now words can be said," he spoke softly, gesturing his hand towards the wardrobe's contents. It was full of gateway drugs - every kind of gateway drug you could imagine. Justin noticed that I didn't reply to him straight away and so added, "but then again, words could ruin this moment as well."

I didn't know what to say or what was the right thing to say. I put my hands up to the fact that I did drugs at Leah's party - but this? This was on a whole other level and was bound to get me addicted to the shit.

"I, I... wasn't expecting this," I trembled gently.

"It's OK. I get if it's too much to deal with right now. You know, when I was like your age, I was really against drugs. Like, really against them. But being in the industry that I used to be in, everybody was doing it. The idea of it changed from abnormal to normal. Now I'm hooked to this stuff and, hey, it hasn't harmed me so far, right?"

"What industry were you -" I said before I was rudely cut off for the second time.

"That... doesn't matter. Come on, Zahra. Smoke all this with me."

Being the naive, stupid girl that I was, I eventually gave in and we became pot partners I guess. Over the next few months, I stayed at Justin's place. We didn't go out anywhere and didn't do anything apart from get high and have sex. I lost myself and didn't care about myself anymore because I was so caught up in trying to please Justin. My spark, the things that made me me... I ditched and murdered them just to please that fucking excuse of a man. One of the worst things about the whole thing was that the sex was violent, really violent, and I tried to get as high as I could beforehand so I perhaps wouldn't feel it as much. Every bruise, every gash, every hurting bone... I, somehow, kept soldiering on and went through the same shit the next day, and the next day, and the next day.

- CHRIS' POV

"Kerry," I kissed her softly on her head. "Oh, bae. I still get butterflies everytime I see you, you know that? You throw Cupid's arrows at my heart in all the right places."

"I love you, Chris," she whispered, "and I'm sorry for fucking you around all those times. I'm just a confused person with issues. I put up a thick mask but inside, I'm weak and I don't always know how to deal with stuff."

"It's in the past; leave it there. You don't need to bring old shit up."

We were sat in bed - with me stroking Kerry's hair as she lay on my bare chest.

"When was the last time you heard from Zahra?" Kerry enquired out of the blue.

I let out a large sigh. "The last contact I had with her was before she went to Vietnam."

"Chris, that was months ago."

"I know, I know. But what else can I do? She's not replying to Blake either."

- KERRY'S POV

Chris still didn't know the real reason why Karrueche moved Zahra away - the real reason being that Zahra and Blake... participated in sexual activity with each other. I really didn't want to tell him but I knew that I shouldn't keep things from him, especially because we were still rebuilding our marriage.

"There's something I need to tell you. I don't want to be the bearer of fucked up shit but I know that I ought to explain why Karrueche and Zahra moved away."

He didn't move, his tattooed hand continuing to stroke my hair. "Just say it."

"You're not going to like it. I've only been keeping it from you because I know how much it's going to hurt you."

Chris didn't reply and so I continued. "When you were away working, Blake invited Zahra around and they, they... they had sex. Karrueche was livid and so moved Zahra to Vietnam to stop them from seeing each other."

He didn't say anything but he stopped stroking my hair. After a few seconds, he gently pushed me off him and got out of bed, wrapping his robe around himself.

"Chris?"

"What do you want me to fucking say, Kerry?" he muttered, no expression evident on his face.

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