It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 19

Nicki

"SB, oh my God, it's not what it looks like," I say, trying to cover both mine and Drake's naked bodies with the bed sheet. "It's seriously not!"

Safaree stood in the doorway, speechless. Hurt and anger showed throughout his facial features. "What is it then?" he asked, voice rising. "Because it's looks like you was fuckin' this nigga behind my damn back!"

Ooh.

I would say that that wasn't the case -- that I wasn't fucking Drake behind SB's back -- but it was. That was exactly what was going on.

I don't really remember the whole thing. I just know one minute we're hugging, and the next, he's throwing me on the bed, placing kisses all down my neck. We both threw our clothes off and shit. Made out. It escalated from there and we fucked.

I had no idea why SB was here or why Rihanna let him in. I just knew I was in big trouble. I didn't know what I was in for, and the anticipation was killing me.

"No, it's like... I was... He..." I stammered, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "It wasn't..."

"See, I fucking KNEW you were letting him hit, I just knew it," he yelled. "I don't even know why the hell I decided to believe you for one fucking minute!"

"No, Safaree, it's not like that!" I say, gathering my clothes and slipping them back on in haste. "This is like, the first time, and nothing really happened, I -- "

"That's not the fucking point, Nicki! I came up here to see what was wrong with you, like a good boyfriend should, and what do I find? You and this fuck nigga in bed together!"

I scoffed, unable to get over what he had just called Drake.

"Now hold on one goddman minute. You have no right to -- "

Wham!

All of the sudden, I found myself on the floor. Time seemed to stop for a couple seconds, and then an unbearable stinging sensation began in my left cheek. I lifted my hand to my cheek and gently touched the irritated area, and immediately drew my hand back, noticing that that only made it worse.

I was still kind of out of it when Drake sprung out of bed and tackled SB. At first I had no idea what the hell I had just missed, but then it hit me; SB had punched me. Hard.

It took a while to process. SB had just fucking hit me. Whoa. SB had just fucking hit me. Whoa. SB had just fucking hit me. I understand I messed up. Drake and I both did. But that still didn't make it ok for him to knock the shit out of me. I had never been hit that hard in my life. Not to the point where I was temporarily deaf, not to the point where I was fucking numb.

He swore he'd never hit me or hurt me again.

He swore he'd change.

But hell. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. You would think a bitch would learn, huh?

SB fought back with all of his might; throwing punches, kicking, even spitting. I wasn't completely aware of what was going on, I just knew that they were beating the hell out of each other. Neither of them were holding back whatsoever. I wanted to stop them, but God knew I didn't have the strength to do that right now.

The ringing in my ears finally began to cease, and I could actually make out a couple words and phrases being said here and there.

"You fucking bastard... Got the damn nerve to hit a women..."

"Shut the hell up..."

"Fucking shit..."

"Weak little punk-ass nigga..."