Illusion : A Dr.Dre Fan Fiction ( Completed )

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Kiyanne stood by the house door as she trembled with fear, trying not to make any noise in the still dark house of Calabasas. Kiyanne told her self that this would be her last time allowing someone to mistreat her and they'll live to tell the story. 26 Years old and lost is one of the other 99 issues that is in Kiyanne life.

You would never think someone of her caliber would be in a fucked-up situation as such. All she wanted was to be happy with her so called fiancé  who likes to take his frustrations out on her. She was done with this lifestyle. She just wanted someone to love her and shield her from harm. Not to be the one harming her. Kiyanne was tired of playing punching bag when she knew she deserved more.

Kiyanne hand trembled as she slowly wrapped her manicured nails around the silver door knob. Licking her bottom lip, she used her free hand to unlock the door before her eye caught the beautiful engagement ring her fiancé gave her. She closed her eyes as she let a single tear stroll down her face and slowly opened the door. The cool night summer air brushed past her as she took her first step to freedom.

And with that she ran off into the night in just a pair of Tommy Hilfiger Jean shorts and a white T-shirt that was stained with fresh blood. No shoes on her feet, and the pebbles were reminding her that she literally everything behind, but that didn't stop Kiyanne from displaying the track and field skills she worked hard to maintain from her undergrad years. Sprinting through the night, heart beating fast as an African drum, she couldn't help but to scream at the top of her lungs.

"God please just please help me!", Kiyanne screamed as she continued to run off into the night.

"No more pain god please...God Please."

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"Well she can't fucking stay here! This shit is bad for business!"

"Well we just can't put her the fuck out." The young man yelled back at his friend in defense. "If we call the cops they gonna think we did some funny shit. And I don't even know this girl but we just can't put her out man. We dragged her in here for a reason."

Kiyanne eyes began to flutter open as she regained her sight. She quickly sat up as she looked around at her unknown surroundings. She licked her lips, that was stinging from dryness as she stared at the two men who continued to talk about her as if she wasn't sitting there. She cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the two men.

"I'm glad to see you awake." the man spoke to her as he leaned on the wall and stared at her light a deer caught in headlights.

"W-What am I doing here?!" Kiyanne shrieked as rose to her feet. "Who the hell are yall?"

The two men didn't reply to anything she said. Instead they turned around and walked out the room, causing Kiyanne eyes to grow larger. She gulped as she looked down at her embarrassing assemble. Stained up shorts, scraps and white scratch marks on her sun kissed brown legs that looks as if she fell on concrete. She could taste dried up blood on the inside of her busted lip. She was so ashamed she didn't even want to look in the mirror at what her face looked like this week.

Kiyanne took slight steps on the hardwood floor, towards the door way only to be cut off by one of the men that was in the room previously. He was way taller than her, about 6'1, caramel coated skin complexion with a LA Dodgers hat on his head, a plain White T-shirt and a pair of Guess Jeans. Kiyanne startled, took a step back.

"My bad. I didn't mean to scare you." Dude spoke to her with a deep voice and a smile.

"Its ...okay." Kiyanne said as she fluttered her eyelids to keep tears from falling. "Look. I need to get going okay."

"Where was you running to. Especially with no shoes on?", he asked as he pointed down to her bare feet that was now bruised with minor cuts.

Kiyanne opened her mouth to speak but decided against it. She didn't even know who this man was that was hovering over her 5-foot 6 medium built frame. Kiyanne couldn't comprehend what was going on. She didn't know how to let everything register. All she knew is she went from being assaulted by her man to running out the house and now she awakens in a beautiful home other than her own.

"Before I answer any of your questions, who are you?" Kiyanne quizzed as she stared at this mysterious man with her big, bright, chestnut brown eyes.

He smirked sympathetically as he extended a hand.

"Andre."

"Andre." Kiyanne repeated, staring up at him. "Is that it or do you have a last name?"

"Young." He replied as he stared into Kiyanne's eyes intensively. "And you?"

"My name is Kiyanne Livingston."

Andre nodded as he leaned on the wall behind him that held a picture of him and his home boys down in front of Slauson supermall.

"Why was you running outside this time of night with no shoes and why you all bloodied up?", Andre asked.

Kiyanne stopped for a minute and looked away. she hesitated on telling this man her personal business. She could always respond and say. Oh, I decided to go on a night run and used my abusive ass fiancé as motivation. But, she decided to go with something a little more watered down.

"Look. I appreciate you guys for helping me but I really need to go." Kiyanne said as she tried to walk past Andre but was gently pulled back by him.

"Kiyanne..." he spoke as he looked at her. "Look, I don't know your story and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Whatever it is, it must got you scared. Just let me take you to where ever you want to go."

Kiyanne pressed her small but pouty lips together. To be honest, she had no where to run or go. She just planned on running until she couldn't run any more. As long as she got away of her boyfriend, fiancé...whatever you want to call him.

"Where you want me to drop you off at?" Andre asked, breaking Kiyanne's train of thought.

Kiyanne didn't respond.

"Well...Do you have somewhere to go?"

Kiyanne eyes looked down at her feet as she shamefully shook her head no.

"I-I don't." she honestly responded. "But I can go anywhere but home." She replied as she looked up at Andre with fear and a cry for help in her eyes.

He didn't say anything but he knew she was in need. He just felt in his heart he was supposed to do right. He doesn't know Kiyanne from a can of paint; but he wanted to help.

Andre licked his lips as he put his index finger under Kiyanne chin and lifted her head so she can see him.

"Look. you can stay here tonight and I'll give you some clean clothes. I aint got no girly shit but a T-shirt and ball shorts is what I can give and you can sleep in one of the guest rooms and eat as much as you want. In the morning, we'll figure out what you want to do next. A'ight?"

Before she could respond, Andre's guest appeared in the doorway, placing his Raiders Hat on top of his curly hair.

"You gone E?", Andre questioned as he walked over to his best friend Eric, giving him dap.

"Yeah. I'm out." He said as he dapped his homie back. "Handle that man." He said as he looked at Kiyanne and back at his home boy.

"Got you playboy." Andre replied with a chuckle.

Eric looked Kiyanne up and down before shaking his head and walking towards Dre's front door.

"Bad for business Dre. Bad for Business." He spoke before walking out the door.

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Illusion: A Dr. Dre Fan Fiction.