Chris Brown Imagines √

"I Can't Let You Do That, Bro."

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"You fucking useless piece if shit." He shouted, slapping me across the face. I felt hot tears fall down my eyes, sadness & fear taking over my body. I was too scared to even defend myself.

"P-please d-don't.. I'm s-sorry, p-please !" I stuttered out, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

He yanked me by my hair which made me fall to my knees. He punched & slapped me across my cheek repeatedly, before I had enough. I pushed his hand off of me, sprinting out of the living room & up the stairs into our bedroom.

I quickly locked the door as I heard his heavy footsteps jog up the stairs. He started banging on the door which made me gasp & back up from the now shaky door.

"If you don't open this motherfucking door right now, Imma break it the fuck down !" He shouted, sounding a lot more aggressive & angry then before.

As I was backing up, I accidently sat on my phone that was on my bed.

I started sobbing as I knew he was strong enough to kick the door down & kick me down as well. I suddenly heard a familiar voice, which made me look around.

"Y/n, tell me what the fuck is going on ?!" The familiar voice shouted. I looked around & looked down, moving away.

I saw that my phone was on & I was calling Chris, one of my closest friends.

I grabbed my phone & shakily put the phone to my ear. At this point, I was desperate & I had no other choice but to ask him for help.

"Chris, please come get me. He's doing it again & I don't know how long it'll take for him to break the door down." I rushed, wiping my tears away as I watched the door closely.

"Alright alright, I'm on my way." He said before I hung up.

I ran to the furthest corner in the room. I sat on the floor with my knees up to my chest as I covered my ears. Crying my eyes out.

It didn't take long until he cracked the door open. His angry red eyes looked around the room, a smirk appeared on his face once he spotted me.

"You thought you could run away from me? How fucking dumb can you be ?!" He asked, making his way towards me on a slow pace.

When he was standing in front of me, he took one last look at me before yanking me up by my hair. I winced, closing my eyes as I put my hand on his.

"P-please don't.." I stuttered, sobbing as he chuckled loudly. "You're pathetic." He hissed, Hus hot breath brushing past my face. I shut my eyes tightly, praying he would let me go.

He balled his hand up into a fist & got ready to punch me. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the painful punch.

I slowly opened my eyes & looked up at his hand.

It was being held above his head as we both looked at it. He turned around & I saw Chris standing right behind him. A smile spread on my face.

"I can't let you do that, bro." Chris said, before colliding his fist against Terrence's jaw. The punch was so powerful that Terrence fell to the floor.

Chris got on top of him & started punching him repeatedly. Terrence's face was now covered in blood, his eyes & lips were swollen & I'm pretty sure he was unconscious too.

I looked down at him, more tears falling down my eyes. Not because I felt bad for him, but because I finally build up enough courage to tell someone about the abusive relationship I was in & he finally got what he deserves.

Chris quickly got off of him & grabbed my hand. I looked up at him, tears still cascading down my cheeks.

I was confused, lost & overwhelmed.

"Let's get outta here." He said, breathing heavily as we both jogged out of the house & into his car.

A/N: Thoughts?
Part 2 maybe?.. ;)