Captured (Chris Brown Story)

Chapter Seven: Embracing the Truth

He looked stunned when I said that I loved him, and I almost wished I could take the words back. How crazy did hat sound, saying I loved him right after he was finished raping me? It was the most insane thing I could have done right now. 

"You love me?" he asked, not seeming to understand my words. Now that I had told him, I figured I should show him. It was too late to take the words back anyway. 

I climbed onto his chest as he laid back on the bed, and my face hovered an inch above his. 

"Yes, Chris. I love you, not Red. Just you." I said, pressing my lips to his. I was the one in control this time. I was the one that kissed him, and he slowly kissed me back. 

"I love you too," he said breathlessly when I finally pulled away. I smiled at him and he returned the smile. 

"I'm so sorry Bri. I'll never do that to you again," he whispered as he held my face between his hands. I bit my lip and leaned away so he could see my face.

"Ever?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never. I promise," he assured me. I rested my head on his chest so he couldn't see my expression. 

"What if...I want you to?" I asked softly. I heard his heartbeat speed up and his hands wrapped around my waist. I felt his lips against my ear which sent tingles down my spine.

"If that's what you want, then I'll gladly give it to you," he assured me. I smiled.

"Good," I muttered. I let him hold me for a few more minutes, letting the fact that I loved him sink into his mind. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

"Bri, how old are you?" he asked, sounding worried.

"Seventeen," I said tiredly, not paying attention to anything besides the feeling of his arms around me.

"I'm twenty-four," he whispered guiltily.

"It doesn't matter," I whispered back.

"Are you sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I said, kissing him softy before getting up and pulling him with me. He still seemed surprised that I had forgiven him so quickly for raping me, but I knew I just couldn't hold a grudge against him. It was impossible. I attempted to take a step in the direction of the door, but I stumbled and hissed in pain. Chris was instantly by my side, his arms wrapping around me and helping me stand.

"Bri, I'm so so sorry," he apologized over and over again. I tried to ignore how sore I was, and I looked over at him to see that he was really upset about it.

"It's fine, Chris," I assured him as I grit my teeth together and attempted to walk without wincing from the pain.

I finally managed to get downstairs and sit on the couch, and Chris stared at me for a few minutes. 

"I'm gonna make you breakfast," he said suddenly.

"Huh?" I asked, but he had already disappeared into the kitchen. I sighed and laid back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. I wanted the pain to go away, but I also wanted to see my family. This was a hard decision to make. Stay here in California with the man that I loved, or go home to my parents and never see him again. I knew if I went home, my parents wouldn't stop pressuring me until I told them who kidnapped me. And when I told them, it would get Chris in a lot of trouble. I didn't want that to happen. I sat up and put my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't just live my life without seeing my family again, could I? Maybe I could just stay with Chris until I was eighteen and then go back... after all, my birthday was in a few months anyway. And once I was eighteen, I could go back to my parents and make up a story about Chris saving me, and they would have to accept our relationship. It wouldn't be illegal anymore.