The Coldest Views || Rihanna & Drake

01. Days Of Futures Past

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September 2016
Beverly Hills, CA
2:15 AM

Robyn:

"Nigga I don't care! Fuck you...just like all the rest of dem lame ass niggas. Just get the fuck out!" I was livid. My blood was boiling and I couldn't stand to look at his face one more minute.

He gave me a pleading look as he was about to speak but I held my hand up, stopping whatever lie-filled speech he was about to give. We'd been down this road before.

He huffed, puffing his chest out in defeat. "Don't compare me to no other niggas because you know I'm no-...you know what fuck it. I'll see you around." He waved his hands letting himself out of my hotel room door.

"Bitch ass nigga." I gritted through my teeth. I was so frustrated. I wanted to cry, I wanted to punch something, I needed a blunt and a drink.

How we got here was beyond me. Things were so perfect until they weren't and I was definitely feeling the effects of opening up my heart again and having it tossed around and played with...again.

I'll never hurt you like that. I'll always be there Fring. I love you.

A few of the lies that had been fed to me over the last eight months began to ring in my head over and over again.

I stomped over to the fridge grabbing a bottle of Ciroc, tossing a shot right back from the bottle. The contents warmed my chest.

I slid down on the kitchen floor, bottle in hand as I finally let the struggled tears fall from my eyes.

Drake:

I felt lost. Like everything I'd worked so hard to build with her was torn down in a matter of minutes.

Either that or she never really loved me as much as I loved her in the first place.

Seven years of ups and downs. Highs and lows. But I damn sure didn't see this coming after the year we had together.

I fought with myself as the urge to turn the car around became strong. But what would that solve?

She'd still have her opinion on what happened. She'd still be that broken  hearted girl that I had been trying to save since 2009.

I guess I should take you back to where it all started....

May 2009
NYC
8:36 pm

Robyn:

"Mel no. You can still see the scars." I traced my fingers over the nearly healed gashes upon my forehead.

I sighed, slamming my hand down out of frustration. I was still in such a dark place. I hadn't even left my New York loft since I'd gotten back from Miami with Chris over 3 months ago, unless I was going to the studio.

Of course the media was crucifying my name because of how I rushed back to Chris's side so soon after but I loved that boy with my whole heart.

It was hard to let go of your first true love because society said it was wrong. The newly filed restraining order played a big part in us being apart as well.

"Hush. You look amazing...just..." she fixed my short cut so that my bangs covered the scars. "There, perfect."

I gave myself a weak smile in the mirror before turning to Mel. "Fine. But I'm only staying for two hours then I'm gone. I can't even bowl." I mumbled.