Fear Thy Neighbor ( A Chris Brown Story ) [ON HOLD.]

20.

Aubrey

So just like that, everything went back to normal. No weird phone calls, texts, or any missing items. My temporary apartment is in the middle of the city, so there were tons of witnesses who walked in and out of this place. After some time, I started to feel paranoid and somewhat afraid. It still didn't make sense to me how everyone was connected in this situation that revolved around me. I got a new number, and a new phone, a new car too; I had my original locks replaced for more secured ones and a small camera installed outside my door to see who came by before answering. All the things you should do when you're being threatened for your life right?

Last but not least, I've been avoiding Chris...kind of.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

"Open the damn door, girl; I know you're in here!" Chris's voice boomed throughout what felt like the whole apartment complex. Talk about an embarrassing ass nigga. I jumped from being startled and groaned in frustration wondering how he even got the apartment number that I never gave out to him. We haven't contacted each other for weeks. He knocked louder this time, and I shut my laptop, slid off the couch, and headed to the door. As I swung it open, a tall and straight Christopher standing over me with red roses. Even after all of this time, his presence still made me grow weak to my knees.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" A sly smile grew on his face.

"How'd you get my room number?" I leaned on the door frame with my arms crossed.

"Nothing beats charming the front desk lady down there," He said, shrugging. "Plus, that avoiding me isn't adding up, so I came to see what the fuck your deal was." I sighed and took the roses out of his hand that he held up to me, and opened the door wider for him to come in. I peaked out in the hall to make sure no one was following him.

"No one's out there, relax. You're safe."

"You don't get it," I said, shutting my door back and locking it. I placed the roses on the countertop, and he sat on the arm of my couch looking at me.

"You right, I don't get it," He got up to look around. "Maybe I don't get it because I was doing the stalking once."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."  He licked his lips at me.

"You know, it's never too late to drop you right now." I grabbed a cup from the kitchen to fix myself some water. Keeping my distance from him was turning into an epic fail at the moment. I couldn't help but get nervous.

"You wouldn't." He said staring at me. His white designer t-shirt hung loosely on him, complimented with a gold chain.

"I would." I nod my head side-eyeing him. It got quiet for a moment.

"Anyways, how have you been? Seeing anyone new?" His hands were buried in his pocket as he continued to watch me. He looked genuinely concerned so why not just lay it all on the table. I'm sure he could handle it.

"What's up with you not wanting to speak with me?" He walked in a few seconds later. I slid him a glass of water as well across the counter.

"What's up with you and August?"

"What do you mean?" He raised his brow.

"I was told that you and August know each other; You two have done this before and it's bad news if I stay around any longer."

"So what? You're thinking of moving out of L.A.?"

"What other option do I have Chris? I'm not befriending two Narcissists."