INTERNATIONAL - (A Chris Brown Fan Fiction Love Story)

CHAPTER 36

- CHRIS' POV

Fuck my kids. They meant shit to me now. I strode downstairs and angrily flung the pill cupboard open, getting the Oxycodone out and shoving several of the pills into my mouth and swallowing.

How could they do that? I raised them as brother and sister; as blood related even though they weren't. And then they go and fuck each other? Their relationship would never be the same ever again. All that hard work I did for those seventeen years... what was the fucking point in it? I may as well not have even bothered.

"Chris, baby," Kerry called. She appeared in the doorway and I hid the Oxycodone container behind my back quickly. "What are you doing?"

Shit - had she realised what I was doing? I didn't know how to answer so I didn't.

"They're just confused, Chris. They're seventeen, their hormones are all over the place."

"But they're practically incest now. It fucking creeps me out," I said, clenching the Oxycodone tighter. It wasn't frustration I was feeling - it was pure anger - and if I ever saw Blake again, I swore to myself to fly at him. I know, it sounds bad that I'd want to hurt my own son... but then again, I don't think I could make the family anymore fucked up.

Kerry looked behind her briefly and I quietly put the Oxycodone back in the cupboard without catching her attention.

"I know. It creeps me out too."

"Blake's not coming back in this house. He's seventeen, he can find his own accommodation," I mumbled.

"You can't kick your own son out."

"AND I DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD FUCK YOUR OWN SISTER!" I shouted, totally losing it. "I HATE THAT BOY AND HE'S NOW DEAD TO ME!"

"Chris -"

"NO, KERRY!" I yelled. My outburst was then followed with silence as I collapsed to the floor and errupted with tears.

"There's no word to explain how sorry I am," Kerry sighed, walking over to sit down on the floor and hug me. I felt pathetic; I was the man of the house and I should be looking after her instead. Regardless of how I felt, I sat there for around an hour just crying in Kerry's warm embrace.

- KERRY'S POV

It was like someone had died. Chris just would not stop crying. After what seemed an entire year, he got up and said he was going out.

"With your robe on?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yeah. I won't be back for a while."

He walked out of the house and left.

I felt really bad for him; those kids were his everything.

- CHRIS' POV

I drove a few miles away to this place I knew would be perfect - it was a huge cliff. When I got there, I parked up and took in a deep breath before releasing it again. I couldn't believe I was even contemplating it, never mind putting it into action.

I got out of the car and slowly walked over to the spot.

'I guess this is it,' I thought, tears streaming down my face. I'd had suicidal thoughts before but never this strong; never so clear in my mind.

I was stood on the edge now, the gale winds flying around me and causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. My toes were over the edge, with my heels being the only support stopping me from falling. Oh - and Kerry. Kerry. The love of my life.

I wiped my face with my hands and took a step backwards. If I killed myself, what would Kerry do? It was the most selfish act I could commit and I felt deeply ashamed that I had been stood there, ready to jump.

- KERRY'S POV

Chris came back relatively quickly - or at least quicker than I thought he would be.

"Kerry," he said when he got in. He looked really upset, an unusual sight. "I want you to know that I love you and I'll never leave you. Ever."

"That's good to know," I said, leaning in to peck him on the lips, "because I love you too and I'll never leave you. We can get through this together, you know. We're strong enough as a team."

"I hope so."

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