Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

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Riley.

"Be sure to take all of your carry-on bags out of the overhead compartments carefully and try to stay in a steady line as you exit the plane. Thank you for flying with us and welcome to Atlanta, Georgia!" The jolly flight attendant spoke as I stood up and stretched my fat ass legs. The four hour flight from LA was finally over, and I could finally get away from the annoying ass Christian lady next to me that felt the need to give me a sermon on being pregnant at such a young age and not married yet.

Bitch, where's your husband? Your irking ass voice could be the reason you're damn near seventy and alone.

After grabbing my carryon bag from the overhead bin and exiting the plane I made my way outside on a bench. All I packed was a small duffle bag since I didn't plan on staying any longer than three weeks or so; no need for me to go to baggage claim.

I grabbed my phone out my pocket and checked the time. 10:52. I need a ride and I'm not catching uber this late.

With the dark purple bruise under my eye and scar on my lip, I don't even wanna go back home. My dad would be ready to kill Chris and I don't need that kind of mess in my life right now. I don't even want him to know.

Most daughters would be quick to run to Dear Old Daddy when things go left with their boyfriends, but I'm not even the type to act like Chris just went ape shit on me without me knowing why just so my dad could get on him. I provoked him. I hit him first. I'm not about to put all the blame on him like some of these crazy bitches who scream innocent all the time. I'm not saying what he did to me was right just because I did indeed put my hands on him first, but I had no reason to touch him. I was snapping for no reason at all and I understand that my actions have consequences. Everyone knows Chris has a temper and I set it off. I know for a fact my baby didn't mean to hurt me, and I could see that in the tears he cried while I was leaving. I know I'm gonna miss him a lot, but like I said this is well needed. We needed a break from each other even before the physical altercation happened.

I scrolled through my call log until I found India's name and pressed the FaceTime icon.

I haven't told her I'm back home yet, but hopefully her parents go ahead and let me stay with them, at least until my face clears up... then I'll go home with my family and think of some lie as to why I'm here and Chris isn't.

"Heeyyyyy Baby Mama!" India enthused with a wave and goofy smile.

"Hey Love. You think you can come pick me up?"

"I'm sorry but my car won't make it two thousand miles away from my house."

"But it will make it ten miles. I'm in Atlanta."

India's eyes widened and she sat up on her bed. "Why? What are you doing here?"

"Long story that I'll explain later. Think you can, though? I'm not really feeling uber this late."

"Actually I can't make it, hun. My sister came in town from LA last weekend and she has my car at some guy she met on Instagram's house. You can still come over though, I'll tell my folks you're on the way."

"Boo, you whore." I insulted, mocking a line from Mean Girls. "Alright well I'm about to call me an uber, I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Alright, don't do X and send me a screen shot of the person picking you up just in case."

"Gotcha." I hung up the phone and went to my uber app and requested a ride. While I waited I went to Instagram to kill time. The second I opened my page the first picture that showed was one of Royalty and Mr. Brown.