|: She became his drug....and he was addicted...
|: He became her everything....but was she conflicted?...
After a failed relationship, Chris was just about to say "fuck love," until Cree came around. She was tired of being lied to and cheated on, w...
Ok...I'm making this two parts cause I got too much running through my head right now. And just to let y'all know. This story will be coming to an end soon. 😖 I know. But I'm ready for the sequal and to get back to my other story....and another i been writing. Like literally writing in a notebook. Lame..lol. But enjoy.!! Leave me some comments and tell me what you think...
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Chris Brown
Next Day...
Rehearsal was straight yesterday, but I couldn't really shake those messages and the muhfuckas riding by out my head. I was really convinced this bitch Brittany was trying to get to me and that shit was working. But what if it wasn't even her? What if was one of these other hoes that was with her that day? Why the fuck they so on my baby for anyways? I don't know, but I was bout ready to whoop somebody ass when I got up this morning.
Me and Anthony had to hop right on a flight to Vegas around 10am. He could tell something was on my mind the whole time cause I was just sitting there, looking out the window. No headphones, no phone. He was looking at me crazy.
"Bro, what's good with u? U over there...quiet and shit." He asked.
I just shook my head, never looking his way. "Just thinking..."
"About? Come on, my nigga. I can tell when something bothering you. Wassup?"
I took a deep breath as I pulled my phone out, going to the message and throwing it to him. He frowned up at me before picking it up and reading over it, looking back at me.
"The fuck?"
"Yea and get this....fucking truck was creeping by yesterday like it was watching me and shit. Cherry red. Was obvious as hell."
"Hmm," he said as he scratched at his beard. "I mean...you think it could have been Echo ass, fucking with you again? She have pulled up on you before, right?"
"I'm thinking the same thing, bro. But she wouldn't just creep like that. She the type to stop and talk and shit."
"Yea, but look. She could have been following us and hit u up from a new number to piss you off. Then rode by to let u know she watching you. My nigga, you must got that dope dick if yo ex bitch bitch tryna keep track of you like that. Damn. Stalker shit right there."
I just shook my bead, catching my phone as he threw it back to me. I slouched down in my seat some and pulled my hood over my head. She was starting to get on my nerves. But you know what, I ain't bout to think about it no more. With the little time I had left on this flight, I was bout to get a nod in. Fuck it.
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That night..
The day went by smoothly, so now I was backstage getting ready for my set. The crowd was still hype from 6lack closing out his set, so now the DJ and a couple of my dancers were hyping rhem up for me to come out. We had already got prayed up, so I just was standing backstage trying to pump myself up. This was the last show. In Las Vegas. We was bout to turn the fuck up.
