Lifeline

Chapter Four

I know awkward having an author's note before the chapter, and a little unprofessional but whatever. I just wanted everyone to know I haven't forgotten about either of my Chris Brown stories. I just been busy. I haven't had 'writer's block' or anything I just been a little busy, but since I've gotten a little free time plus my birthday coming up on the 6th of October, I'm free. So I'm probably gonna update allot this week ☺️, how does that sound? Anyway, /.\ on with the damn story!

7:53- July 10th, 2010, New York, New York

C.

Today will be my first time making a public appearance in the social media. My manager somehow thought it would be a good idea to set up an hour interview with Robin Roberts from GMA. I sighed heavily dusting off my slacks.

"Don't worry you'll be fine keep it cordial." My manager quickly massaged my shoulders, patting my black slightly. I opened the car door, and almost immediately I was bombarded with cameras flashing and filming microphones in my face. As I stepped out paparazzi and press fell over eachother, with recording devices as they asked questions like, 'Chris where've you been?' and 'did you really beat Rihanna to a pulp?' I smiled keeping it cordial like my manager said.

"We will not be taking any further questions!" My body guard shouted making way for me to walk to the news station. Though it was only a minute walk it felt like an hour. A head filled with pastel pink fading down into a fuchsia pink hair, and skin white as snow bumped directly into me.

"Uh-um sorry I didn't mean to bump into you." I heard a Australian accent say.

I knelt down to pick up the book, and pair of glasses that fell out of her side bag she wore. When I got up to give it back to her she was gone...I tucked the book and glasses in my coat, I had a feeling I would be seeing her again.

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"So Chris, good morning." Robin said sitting across from me in the interviewing room.

"Good morning Robin."

"How are you Chris?"

"Truthfully? I'm not doing so great."

She sat up, adjusting her glasses taking a sip of her straight black coffee.

"Why? Tell us, the people want to know.."

I moved around in my seat trying to get comfortable.

"Well um, first I woke up this morning to having an interview that I didn't wanna go to." I dryly laughed, Robin 'mhmmed' in agreement.

"Could you tell us your side of the story? Everyone's heard Rihanna's side, but there's always two sides to every story. We wanna hear yours."

I adjusted my tie, I must've forgotten to take my antidepressant this morning.

"Well, it all happened so fast. I really couldn't tell you even if I wanted to, um. It's sorta a dark blur that I would never want to revisit or relive. I just don't really remember it all I was livid."

At first, Robin asked good questions. But then she started walking on thin ice. She completely ignored the manuscript my manger gave her. She was pushing me so close to the edge.

"Chris, tell us how it feels when others refer to you as 'monster' or 'inhuman'. People using vulgar language to describe you. People who used to love you so much, now hate you.." Robin adjusted her glasses again sitting up.

I sighed heavily, "Honestly, I hate myself more than anyone ever could for what I did. I don't need millions of people validating me, I already gotta live with my mistake."