Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj are this generations biggest influential female artist with over 100 million albums sold all together, but behind closed doors they hold a secret that entire music industry was never prepared for
"I should've drop kicked that bitch!", Mac said wiping his face down with my jacket. I ignored him and watched rain drops fall on the limo's window. I was too sad to be mad about Nicki, it feels like she doesn't want me because she loves me only because I'm good for right now. I feel used. Suddenly something wiped in front of my face and it didn't take long til I realized it was Mac using his hand to get my attention. "I noticed she took you into a room and now your hair's a mess", I scarfed at him, I ignored him implying Nicki and I had something going on.
"I know what you two did", he said with a disgusting smirk. I rolled my eyes at his confidence but winced because he was right. "Oh. It's a secret huh?", he said inching over to me in the leather seats. I again tried my best to ignore him pushing any kind of reaction out of me to confirm this. I'd be over if this situation got out, Mac could never be this evil though. Or could he ? "don't worry I'll keep your secret.. as long as you do something for me". I slowly turned my head towards him and to my surprise Mac was unbuckling his pants. What is he doing? I crossed my legs and scooted back uncomfortably in my seat. "w-what are you doing?", my shaky voice barely said. His silence ran chills down my spine. Suddenly Mac grabbed my neck and pushed my head into his lap .
he hurt me.
Nicki POV
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"Woah Woah, Onika slow down on the shots you have studio in the morning", Meek's shaky silhouette said to me grabbing the shot glass from my hands. I leaned back in the club booth I was in and took a deep breath before jerking over to throw up in the lap of Rihanna sitting next to me. "Jesús Nicki, I oughta smack ur ass" , Rihanna said with a thick accent. Meek and Lil Wayne both grabbed my arms and took me outside and put me into my car. "you know that shit gone be everywhere tomorrow right ?" Lil Wayne's raspy voice said into the ajar car window.... I nodded my head and sat back. I wanted this hurt feeling to go away.
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Home
I walked into my house and put my coat down. I looked around my house and studied the perimeter. Maybe it was my drunken eyes but my expensive wine glass along with a bottle of my 1945 Mouton Rothschild was sitting on my coffee table. I didn't leave them out. I grabbed my bat from my towel closet and held it over my shoulder, frightened, I began walking slowly around in my living room then I heard a plate break in the kitchen. I quickly whipped around and walked into the kitchen where I saw somebody in a black heavy hoodie in my cabinets. I gripped unto the bat, making sure I had a straight shot to the head.
"Nicki, WAIT"
The frail voice sounded so broken like she had been crying. She slowly turned around and I saw a broken Ariana. She had red scratches all over her face, and her pants were undone. Her sad eyes we're puffy red. "I just wanted a hot pocket", she said so frightened. She fell to her knees and began to wail on my kitchen floor. I joined her. "Ariana, baby.. what happened.." I said concerned.
Ariana took a second before lifting her chin to look at me, she tilted her chin up breathing uncomfortably.
"Mac raped me"
Shocked. I stood up to my feet and grabbed my phone. I had a lot of phone calls to make.
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Hey. I'm not really feeling this book anymore.. imma keep it real but I'll keep it going for the ones who like it.
