Torn Between The Two | Drake & Chris Brown

Chapter 40

Danielle

I woke up early that morning. I barely slept anyways. I felt so many emotions. Anger. Sadness. A part of me just wanted to kill Jason. The other part just wanted to die. I saw no point in going on. He took away from me the only thing that mattered: family.

The worse part about it is, everything is in his name. When we moved, we bought the house in his name. The furniture, everything. I knew better than that, but I've made a bunch of stupid decisions during our relationship. I knew that I was definitely not staying with Jason anymore. We are through. Nothing would make me change my mind.

I went into our bedroom and started looking for my suitcase. I searched through my closet, but all I saw were clothes. My closet was now a mess as I moved everything out of place to look for my suitcase. When I realized it was in the basement, I immediately went to look for it.

Once I went back upstairs with the suitcases, I went into the closet again. I instantly regretted moving all my clothes around. Now I would have to fold them back up in order for them to fit in the suitcase.

I guess my mind would be cleared for a while as I fold the clothes again.

After an hour or so of putting clothes in suitcases, I began to grab stuff from my dresser to put in my bags. As I went back and forth, Jason began to stir in his sleep. When I realized that he was half sleep and would soon be waking up, I grabbed his phone and waited for him to wake up so that I could confront him.

Jason

Last night, I was really hoping to have a little fun with Dani last night. Chris and I made a little deal with each other so that we would both be happy. He would have Tamara; I would have Dani. Although she's hurting now, she won't once she starts preparing for a second child, and once we get married.

I know y'all may be thinking that I'm all heartless for this shit, but I don't mean any harm. I mean, what would you do in this situation? Pain is only temporary. I'm going to make up for it later.

The next morning, I heard some movement from Dani. She had already gotten out of bed and was moving around in the bed room. I stirred a little half sleep and when I finally opened my eyes, it looked like trouble. She was standing near the dresser with my phone in her hand. She looked at me with an angry expression.

"Good morning," I said with a smile.

"Don't good morning me nigga," She said, still looking at me.

"Alright then, what the fuck you want me to say?" I said, getting a little aggravated. She was really starting this bullshit early in the morning.

"I know that you know why I'm standing here. So stop acting fucking stupid," She said.

"I don't know what the fuck you talking about. So stop acting like a fucking bitch. "

"Excuse me? Don't fucking play with me. Jason, I know the whole plan. I can't believe you would do this to me. Now, disrespecting me? I'm so done with you Jason." Dani said, dropping my phone on the bed and walking out the room.

"Dani!" I called after her.

She ignored me. I sat up in bed. I saw that some things were missing from her dresser. Damn. I didn't expect her to try and leave. She didn't even let me explain everything to her.

"Dani!" I yelled, getting out of bed. I put some pants on and walked downstairs.

Danielle

I ignored Jason and went downstairs. I really didn't even know what to do about this whole situation. I had already called Jaycee, and she was ready to kill Jason. Tyga was too. They couldn't believe that Jason would do this to me.

I could hear Jason's voice get closer and closer meaning that he was coming down the stairs.

I ended up going into the bathroom downstairs because I knew that was the only actual private place I could think alone. I locked the door and ignored the knocks and commands from Jason to open the door.

Of course, "thinking" turned into crying. I couldn't believe that I allowed a man to take control of my life. He tore my family apart. I trusted him. I loved him. I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together. Now, I was heart broken. I wiped the tears from my face and felt the engagement room touch my face. I looked at it for a second, took it off, and through it in the toilet. I looked at it for a few seconds before flushing it down the toilet. I didn't care about how expensive it was. It meant nothing to me.