Dricki

Chapter 16 pt. 2

"Yes, we can do that."

"Okay."

Drake gave the officer the money and thanked him.

"Hope she can learn a lesson from this."

Nicki got out the shower and was dressed. Drake had left to go to the store.

The officers barged in and Nicki screamed.

"You're under arrest, put your hands behind your back."

"What the- ugghhhh i'm going to kill Drake."

"Excuse me? Was that a death threat going towards another person? There will be no killing, you're going to rehab."

"WHAT?!? I don't need Rehab!!!"

"Sure you don't." The cop said sarcastically.

"Fine." Nicki had a plan.

They took her to an airport so she could fly home.

"Why are we here?"

"Because you're going to Los angeles."

The cop sat next to her on the private jet, and when they got there, transported her to the women's rehabilition center.

"Wow." Nicki shook her head. "This is so unnecesary."

"You will be held here until your trial."

"Oh my fucking god. A trial? I'm never getting married again. Fuck Drake.He fucking put me in jail."

She was in a room with an employee who gave her the white gown that all the paitents had to wear. She took Nicki's phone, and everything else she was wearing except her underwear.

"Come with me." The nurse said and Nicki followed.

"Ah, we only have one room left, you got lucky."

She led nicki to the room where she would be staying. She opened the door, and after Nicki walked in, she locked it.

"Oh hell no. I am not staying here."

Nicki stared at Rihanna who was all the way across the room.

Ri laughed

"Welcome home."

Nicki rolled her eyes.

"More like your home, crazy bitch."

"Shit, at least I can accept the fact that I am."

Nicki looked at her

try anything, and i'll kill you hoe. She thought

"Well, Well, Well... How did this happen. Rihanna got up and grabbed her phone and started looking.

"I don't see anything about you. Do they even know you're here?"

"No, and it's not your job to go telling everyone either. Why do you get to keep your phone?"

"Cause i know how to sneak shit. Guns onto planes. Drugs across the border. Bodies past police." She laughed

Damn this bitch really is crazy. Nicki thought.

"Good for you. I'm going to sleep."

"You're not tired."

"Shut the hell up."

"Fuck you."

Nicki just shook her head and lied down. Plotting on ways to kill Drake.

1:59 p.m, Boracay, Phillipenes

Drake blew out his frustrations with his smoke while listening to some Erykah Badu.

He jotted down some lyrics while looking out over the beach. He was glad that there was no annoying reporters there. He really wasn't missing Nicki at all, he knew she was in good hands.

He laughed and called Wayne from his blackberry.

"Wassup Weezy."

"Nun, you head the news?"

"Yeah."

"That bitch tried to shoot me."

"Nicki broke my phone so i put her's in water. Even though it's waterproof she was still trippin. Shit and she attacked me?! Guess where she is."

"Where, my nigga. Did you do what i think you did?" Wayne laughed.

"She in rehab with Rih."

"....HAHAHAHA" Wayne laughed so loud. "Damn why you do my girl Nicki like that!" he laughed

"The press don't even know yet, shit."

"When you coming back to L.A"

"Tomorrow."

"Aight, see you then."

"Yeah."

Drake turned on the TV and watched the game.

8:00 p.m, Los Angeles

Nicki woke up and sat up. Right afterwards, she saw a flash and felt an arm go around her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Just posting a selfie on twitter. #roomates."

"WHAT?!"

Nicki tried to grab her phone but she move it

"Delete it now!!!"

"Or what?"

"Or i'll tell that you have your phone."

A nurse walked in and Rihanna quickly moved her phone. Nicki backed up.

"We're going to need blood and urine samples and fingerprint tests." The nurse said and gave us two cups. We went to go pee in them and handed them back to her.

"Thank you."

A different nurse came in and collected our finger prints and extracted a small amount of blood from both of us.

About an hour later the nurse came back in.

"I have some news... for the both of you."