Don't Worry .. Chris Brown Story

Figuring It Out

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I wonder should I tell Chris what happened last night or should I keep it a secret like everything else.

I might as well tell him though, better than waiting.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked Chris, who was just getting out the shower.

"What is it about?"

"Last night... when we went out."

"Alright, what is it?" He said to me while getting dressed.

"When we were at the bar, I don't know how and when but one of my drinks became drugged, once I had downed most of them, you claim I told you I was going to the bathroom, I don't remember that but I do remember dancing on someone and going into the bathroom with them and I thought we had sex."

His eyes grew big,
"How the fuck do you think you had sex? What's making you think you didn't?" He said raising his voice now only dressed from waist down.

"B-because, I..." I was stuttering because he was actually angry at me and I've never really made him that mad at me to be yelling and damn near in my face.

"Speak." He said coming closer.

"Okay first calm down, and sit down.... or at least back up."

He took a deep breath and literally one step back.

I sighed, " It was Michael or Marcus who ever, when I came out the bathroom I had got a text from an unknown number saying we didn't do anything, I was just hallucinating because my drinks were drugged." I finished

"How the hell can you believe that you was just drugged and just hallucinating?" He said, clenching his jaws.

"Because, I hallucinated the whole time thinking I was dancing on you and you never moved foot from your seat. Plus he does shit like that, you don't believe me?" I asked

" I do but it's kind of hard when you don't remember your self."

"I do remember that's why I'm able to tell you, I even still have the text." I said and grabbed my phone off the night stand. I searched for the text and I couldn't find it for nothing.

"I'm telling you it was here last night." I said confused as to why it was gone.

"You don't have to go through all that, he more than likely did drug your shit and just found a way to delete the message, chill." He said and rolled his eyes. I sat at the edge of the bed now thinking, the message is gone and only thing I can recall is what supposedly happened.

"What if it didn't happen?" I said to him.

"What do you mean what if it didn't, you said you remember so what changed?"

"Cause the message is gone and I'm pretty sure he isn't that intelligent to get a hold to my phone and delete the message when I always have it, what if I never danced on anyone and never went into the bathroom with him? What if I really went into the bathroom when I left from the bar and passed out or something and thought that's what had happened?" I asked Chris

"That sounds like a possibility... it's a chance that could've happened." He nodded along

"He do be getting a hold to some powerful shit, now how he got it in your drink without us noticing is another story." He spoke

"Maybe he was the one making them." I said to him.

"Impossible. We were sitting right there the whole time." Chris replied