Don't Worry .. Chris Brown Story

Whats Going To Happen

COMMENT THROUGHOUT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER , sorry it's so short 💋

"Stop playing with your damn food." I heard Chris say behind me while I cleaned the kitchen.

"Chris stop cursing" I slightly whispered

"Raniyah Stop It." I said noticing the mess she had made on the table with her breakfast.

"Damn isn't a curse word" He replied to me.

I finished cleaning up the rest of the kitchen and sat around for a while.

Chris and I were making conversation for the moment but he seemed to be only trailing back to one topic-- his mother and how he was going to figure out who did this.

"Babe you listening?" He asked which caused me to tune back in.

"Yeah, I heard everything you said." I said and looked to him.

"Right, you gone have to go with me though." He Said. I frowned for a second, trying to figure out where I was suppose to be going with him. I didn't want to ask and he gets mad because I claimed I was listening and I was, I just happened to miss that part.

"Okay, that's fine." I said going along with him.

Now I think about it, maybe it was good I went and tried to find her, maybe he needed to figure out what really happened to her.

"What you thinking about?" Chris said

"I'm thinking out to eat later." I quickly replied.

"Where at?" He sighed

"I don't know, Red Robin maybe."

"Cool." He said while glancing at his phone. He went to the door and slid on some shoes.

I sighed," Where are you going?"

"You know where."

"Well be back before 7 or by , that's when we're leaving."

"Alright, gotchu." He said and grabbed his keys, exiting the house.

"Mommy where daddy go?" Raniyah said coming to sit on the couch with me.

"Just to the store, he'll be back." I said and kissed her forehead.

I watched a movie with her and afterwards straightened up a little while she played in her room.

"Damn, I'm out of washing detergent." I said aloud when I went downstairs to the basement.  I have to start getting a lot of those since I'm washing more than my clothes now. Usually one lasts me but since Chris and Raniyah are here that's more loads meaning more washing detergent needed.

I could tell Chris to get it while he's out but we're not doing anything so why not.

"Wanna go to the store?" I asked Raniyah once I got to her room. She nodded and smiled. Most kids love going to the store.

I brushed her hair into a bun while some of the curly pieces hung out and gave her a jacket to throw on and I did the same. I grabbed my keys and once we got to the car I buckled her in and we headed to Walmart.