Captured (Chris Brown Story)

Chapter Four: Adjusting

As soon as Chris parked the car in his driveway, he cursed under his breath. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, regretting the words as soon as I said them. I didn't feel like talking to him. 

"The guys are here." He mumbled in an annoyed tone. 

"Which ones?" I asked again, feeling confused as to why I would even care. 

"Red and Mijo. The ones that are usually here." He explained as he got out of the car. He walked over and opened my door, his jaw clenched as he walked stiffly to the front door and flung it open. I gathered the bags in my hand and shut the door to his car, following him inside. He closed the front door and then led me upstairs, but I was able to catch a glimpse of Red sitting on the couch in the living room. He stood out because of his hair, and I found myself wondering why he dyed his hair that color, and if Red could actually be his real name. I shook away the wandering thoughts and let Chris lead me into he bedroom, shutting the door behind us. 

"There's a dresser over there, middle drawer is empty." He said gruffly as he walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I nodded and as soon as he shut he door I stripped out of my clothes, pulling on one of my new outfits. It felt so much better to be in clean clothes, and when the guys left I was debating on asking Chris if I could use his shower. 

Chris didn't tell me where to put my dirty clothes, so I gathered them in my arms, thinking about where I could put them. Just then the door opened and he stepped out, a smile spreading across his face when he saw me. 

"Where do I put these?" I asked quickly, hoping to avert his gaze to my face instead of my body. His eyes flickered to mine and then to the clothes in my hands. 

"There's a basket in the corner." He explained as he continued to survey my body. I gave him a disgusted look as I turned and tossed the clothes into the basket. When I turned back around, I saw him pick up a piece of paper from the floor, but I thought nothing of it as he pocketed it. 

"Are we going downstairs?" I asked hopefully, though I didn't know where my excitement came from. It certainly wasn't Mijo, since I never really talked to him, so it must be Red. Here in California, I guess Red was the only person who I could call a friend, a person that consoled me and offered me a person to talk to. I admired him for that, and I hoped that he was smart enough to realize what was really going on between me and Chris. Apparently all of Chris' friends were thoroughly convinced that we were dating, and I couldn't imagine how they could be more stupid. Didn't they realize how uncomfortable I was around him? Did they even use their eyes? I made it as plain as I could, yet none of them knew. Chris hid his secret well, and I wished i would be exposed. I needed to go home, and get away from him forever. 

Chris opened the door and we went downstairs, walking into the living room and instantly catching Red and Mijo's attention. Red smiled at me and I instantly smiled back, going to sit next to him on the couch. Chris sat in his big chair in the corner, glaring at me as I sat sandwiched between his two friends. I didn't care, at least it was better than being next to him where he could whisper in my ear for the next hour and make me even more terrified of him. No thank you. 

I got comfortable in my seat, and when I leaned back I felt something warm resting against my neck. I quickly realized that Red's arm was draped against the back of the couch and I had unconsciously leaned against it. I shrugged and leaned back more, getting even more comfortable. I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Chris glaring at me, though I didn't know why he'd be mad. It wasn't like Red was pulling me against him and wrapping his arms around me or anything. It was just a casual position that I was comfortable with, but that didn't seem to be the case with Chris. Red didn't seem to notice as he and Mijo continued to be engrossed with the TV.