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Chris Brown

Week later..

One day before tour

Things had been awkward between me and Cree after I told her what happened. She had been sleeping in the guest room ever since, leaving me in my big ass bed all by myself. But I deserved it, making her feel the way I did. What happened was stupid, and I should have had more self-control than I did that day. Now she barely wanted to talk to me. We would have our moments when she would let me help her do certain things cause of the pain she was feeling, but it never went beyond that.

I asked her if she hated me, and she would tell me no. But I felt like she did. And I wouldn't blame her if she did. What I thought was probably nothing to another broad, was a whole issue for Cree. It was just head, right? Nah. It meant something, at least that's what she kept saying whenever I brought it back up. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the fact of what was done, but who did it. And I didn't take that into consideration. But why...the fuck...was I letting this chick get to me?? I swear I'm not interested in E no more, but some shit was always happening whenever she came around. I just gotta....be more careful.

It was a day before I was leaving to go on tour and Cree was already gone. She had been talking about finding her a place while I was gone and I guess Anthony finalized on a place for her. He came in a few days ago toting a black folder with I guess was a lease in it. I watched her sign them as I played the game, getting mad at the fact this nigga was helping her anyways. I got why she wanted to do it, but I knew she was more adamant to do it now because of the space we was in.

Now I'm sitting here, blunt in my mouth, just pressing shit on the controller as me my niggas played COD. I was slouched, hoodie on my head and glasses sitting on the brim of my nose. I wasn't focused, and I really didn't give a fuck about winning or losing this stupid ass deathmatch.

"Brown!! Come on man, they finding our spawn cause of your ass, bro.!" Mijo yelled, sitting up next to me and getting more into the game.

I smacked my lips, steady pressing shit on the controller until my ass got killed again.

"Man, fuck this shit."

I threw the controller, sparking the blunt up again cause it went out from just sitting here spacing out. I sat up as I hit it, looking at it as I held in smoke. I had a lot on my mind. I know its been less than 24 hours but I was already missing my girl. Even her ignoring my ass this whole week. At least she was in my presence.

"Man...I know you not sitting over there thinking about Cree." Sinko yelled out, laughing as he grabbed my controller ad sat back down. "She gone man. She need her space."

"Fuck some space. Just like that song...shit was mad eup by somebody who was scared to be close."

They laughed, but I was dead ass serious.

"Nigga, y'all was as close as a couple could be. But you fucked up. Face it. She need some space, bro." he started to play where I left off, still talking shit. "Shiit, I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't on another nigga dick now, making him scream her name like a lil bitch. Like she had you that one day. Haaaaa.!"

Sinko was starting to get on my nerves, ole wanna be Dr. Phil head ass. Shut the fuck up. That last comment wasn't even necessary. I clenched my jaw at the thought of it though. She wouldn't be doing no shit like that though, would she?

I put the blunt out, hopping up and making my way upstairs. I went into my room and flopped on my bed. I was fucking frustrated, so I yelled as loud as I could before running my hands down my face. I laid here for a second before grabbing my phone, going to her name. I had been trying to call her all day but she wasn't answering. Wouldn't hurt to try one more time. It rung a couple of times before going to her voicemail.