Captured (Chris Brown Story)

Chapter Six: Starting Over

He placed me on my feet and glared at me, his eyes burning holes into mine. He raised his hand, and I felt another sharp stinging pain as he slapped me again. I fell back onto the bed, backing away from him. My mouth hung open in shock, and I looked up to see him snatch a piece of paper off his nightstand. The same piece of paper I had seen him pick up off the floor the other day.

"I picked this up a while ago and put it in my pocket...but then I forgot about it," he said slowly, twirling the thin note between his fingers. 

"Know what it is?" he asked in a creepily calm voice. I shook my head and he smiled. 

"I came up here to do laundry, and I happened to check the pockets of one of my jeans... I remembered this falling out of your pocket earlier, so I read it. It's his number," he said, his tone instantly darkening. 

"H-his number?" I asked, finally realizing what he was talking about. I froze, my breathing accelerating. Red's number. Chris had found it. 

"Red. You had his number in your pocket," Chris growled, crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the corner of the room. He took a step closer and my heart pounded in my chest. 

"And then... I decided to let it go. I didn't want to accuse you of anything, so I wanted to forget about it. I was gonna come downstairs, but I stopped. I could hear him talking to you. I heard everything you said, and then I saw him try to kiss you," Chris said, his hands balling into fists. 

"How did you-"

"The reflection from the TV," he said, cutting me off.

"Oh," I said, my voice cracking. 

"You like him," Chris stated. It wasn't really a question.

"I-"

"Bri, how could you do this?!" he shouted, cutting me off again. I shook with fear and then he was on top of me, pinning my wrists above m head. 

"I thought you were starting to accept me," he growled, his eyes staring into mine. They were even more murderous than they looked before. 

"Accept you?" I asked shakily, trying to understand. 

"I got feeling for you after I was around you for a while! I started being nicer to you, and I thought we might have had something! Then you have to go and screw it up!" he shouted in my face. I was stunned at what he had just said. 

"You thought I started to think of you like that?" I whispered. I couldn't believe he had grown feelings for me, but now it all made sense. It made sense why he was more gentle, and why he had been nicer to me. But now all that was gone. Wiped away, because in his twisted up mind, I had cheated on him. He had thought we were actually in a relationship. I shuddered at the thought, but I was distracted when Chris ripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. 

"Now I'll show you what you've been missing," he growled in my ear. 

"W-what? Chris, stop!" I shouted as he ripped off my clothing. I squirmed under his grasp, but he held my wrists tighter, preventing me from moving. He held my wrists in one hand while he fumbled with his zipper, yanking his pants off, followed by his boxers.

"Chris wait!" I shouted again, tears beginning to fall from my eyes. His face was expressionless, his eyes like two burning coals. I could see in his eyes how determined he was, and I squeezed m eyes shut. I didn't want this to happen. He really was a horrible person. I was wrong to trust him at all. I felt his body press against mine, and then an unbearable pain between my legs. My eyes fluttered open and I struggled again.

"Chris, let me go! Stop it!" I screamed. He ignored me and silenced me by roughly forcing his mouth to mine. His lips prevented me from saying anything else, and the tears ran silently down m face as he continued to rape me. He didn't stop, and he didn't slow down. The pain didn't go away. I had never done this with anyone, and he wasn't exactly being gentle. At all.