Torn Between The Two | Drake & Chris Brown

Chapter 25

Danielle

I had just rushed home. I promised Chris that I would be back at 6, but it was 7:30. I had spent the whole day hanging out with Jaycee because we both finally weren't busy with the baby. Chris was babysitting, and when I got home, I found him sitting in the living room watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with Tamara.

"Babe, I'm sorry for being late. I had just lost track of time with Jaycee-" I started.

"Save it." Chris put his hand up, telling me to stop talking.

I just shrugged it off and went upstairs to put my bags away.

Jaycee and I had went to see a chic flick and shopping at the mall. We were having so much fun, and I didn't even want to leave. I missed hanging out with Jaycee, and I could tell that she missed it too. Once I put my clothes in my closet, Jaycee texted me. I sat on my bed and answered the text.

J: Hey boo, you made it in safely?

Yeah Jay, I'm good.

J: Was Chris upset?

Yeah, but he didn't let me explain.

J: You want me to explain?

No, It's fine.

J: Girl, what you doing?

Nothing really, about to watch this episode of Scandal, What about you?

J: Same

Jaycee and I started discussing topics from the show as we watched the episode. About twenty minutes into the show, Chris came in, sat on the bed, and turned the television.

"Chris, I was watching that," I said grabbing the remote.

Chris snatched it back but didn't say anything.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I yelled, going downstairs to watch television in the living room.

Chris

Why does she do this to me? I care about her so much and all I ask if for her to come home when she promised. I was worried. I kept thinking of the worse. I was so scared to contact her because of the risk that I would find out something did happen. The risk that she could be hurt. The risk that she was gone. I know it may not make sense, but I really love that girl.

It's hard to express my feelings to her. Instead of just talking it out, it escalates into anger. I can't really control it, so I try to not say much. I don't want to take my anger out on her, or god forbid injure her.

Every time she doesn't come home on time, the first thing I think about is Drake. What if she's cheating on me again? What if she gets pregnant again? What if she leaves me for him? I can't let that happen...I just can't.

The Next Day

Danielle

I slept on the couch last night. I knew Chris was upset, and I didn't even want to deal with his attitude. Chris always does this though. One little slip up, and it's the end of the world. I hate when he's upset with me. Jaycee wants me to talk to him, but I don't want to face him.

I got off the couch at around 1, sore and tired from tossing and turning on the small and uncomfortable sofa. After stretching, I went upstairs to the bed room. Chris was gone and had left a note.

At the studio, producing a new song. Be back at 4. I love you. - Chris.

I put the note back down and went back downstairs. Jaycee texted me.

J: Afternoon, I see a ninja couldn't text me back last night.

Sorry boo, Chris was in his moods again. That shit was aggravating the fuck out of me.

J: You need to talk to him D, he needs to stop getting upset over the stupidest shit.

I know, I will.

J: Eventually. You can't keep waiting until it's too late.

I know J. I'll be fine.

I then ate lunch and went back upstairs to shower. I put on some black sweatpants and a graphic tee with some black vans. I put my hair in a loose bun and put no make up on. I wasn't planning on going anywhere special. I got my car keys and went to the grocery store; we barely had any food in the refrigerator.

~

Getting to the supermarket, I grabbed a cart, going up and down the aisles picking up a few things. Coming down the snack aisle, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey, Dani! Remember me from high school, Elijah?" The man asked cheerfully.

"Oh my gosh Eli! I missed you! How are you?" I asked, hugging him. The smell of cologne filled my lungs as my head touched his chest.

"I'm doing great. Getting married soon, one son and a daughter on the way. What about you?"

"Congrats! I'm fine too. My boyfriend and I have a little girl."

"Congratulations to you too. Are you still into dancing?"

"Yeah, I love it. Are you still interested in graphic designs?"

"Yeah. I work for Disney. I do the graphics for one of their upcoming movies."

"That's so great! I'm proud."

Eli and I started talking more about our fellow high school classmates and the colleges we went to when a lady came down the aisle, calling Eli.

"Eli, what's taking you so long to get those chips?" She asked, pushing the cart with a small toddler inside it.

"Mel, I want you to meet a friend of mine from high school. Danielle, meet my fiancée Melanie."

I smiled, and shook her hand. She smiled back cheerfully.

"And this is my son, Jacob." Eli gestured toward the toddler.

I smiled and he waved at me.

"Hi little one," I waved back.

"Eli, we've got to go, they're all waiting for us to finish setting up." Melanie said to her fiancé.

"Well, it was nice meeting back up with you Eli, and meeting your family. It really was a pleasure." I said, ending the conversation.

"Same here." Eli said. We exchanged numbers and walked away from each other.

~

When I got back home, it was 4:30. Chris was still not home. Hours and hours past and soon it was 2:00 AM. I was still awake, waiting for Chris to come back home. I had long ago made dinner, giving Tamara a bath and putting her down for bed. I had already made his plate, but soon had to wrap it up and put it in the fridge.

At 2:30, Chris walked into the house. I was sitting on the couch, near the door. He glanced over at me and began to walk up the stairs.

"Chris, where the fuck have you been?" I asked trying to stay calm.

"Leave me alone, Dani," Chris said, continuing up the steps.

"Tell me, now," I said more firmer.

"I said leave it alone," Chris walked to the top of the stairs, walking toward our bed room.

I got up from the couch and went into our bed room.

Chris was laying down. He had taken off most of his clothing, leaving on his boxers. I looked over him. He was ignoring me, pretending to be interested in something on television.

"How come when it's me, I always have to explain myself to you? It's wrong for me to be an hour and a half late, but it's okay for you to be like eight hours late?" I asked, furious at Chris now.

"Because I'm the man in the house, I can do whatever the fuck I want."