Owned

C12: Club Going Up..

****NEXT MORNING

CHRIS POV

I been up all night, thinking about my klutz. I been wanted to apologize to her when I got back but I saw on the camera feed that her friend was over. I mean, I had the plenty of time after she had left to do it, but I didn't even know what I was going to say to her. Some shit like yeah, I got upset cause I thought you were playing me, and that upset me cause I might kinda actually like you.

Fuck that. She ain't gon be for it at all. I ain't good with relationships and asking for forgiveness. I just cut people off real quick. But I can't do that in this case, cause I need her more than she needs me.

I get up and throw some shit on and head down to her room. The door is open and music is blasting.

Cause I love me, I love me enough for the both of us...
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us...
So what are you, what are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love...

I walk in and see my klutz dancing while painting the wall next to her balcony. She fine, no lies about that.

I grab a bucket of paint and brush and go to the next wall and start painting. She looks over at me and I look back at her.

"Why are you here?" She asks

"I came to talk." I tell her

"There ain't nothing to talk about Mr. Brown." She replies

"I'm serious Isabelle, let's talk please." I say as I continue painting her walks black. Black though?

"Fine. Let's talk then." She puts her brush down and walks out to the balcony and I follow behind her.

"Look I just wanted to apologize for how I was acting yesterday, I was fucked up and I'm sorry." I tell her

Her facial expression doesn't change. She doesn't even look at me, she looks straight on.

"You were fucked up. And for no reason at all. I was really enjoying your company and just kickin it with you but you... You let something get the best out of you and took it out on me and that's not fair. Like you said this shit ain't real but we still gotta respect each other. And I try my fucking best to do that for you, because I know you got your issues and I get that," I move closer to her and I can see she's starting to cry.

"I get it you have problems, everyone has them. Everyone got shit they wish they didn't have. And I'm here to try and help you and maybe even be a real friend to you. But I can't if you're this emotionally unstable..." She says

I move in front her and wipe her tears.

"Hey. Hey. Don't cry. I'm really sorry. I'm gonna work on it I promise. Isabelle really." I say

"Chris I really want to help you get this deal but I can't if you make me feel like such a shitty person." She says

I pull her to me and hug her.

"Damn Isabelle I said I'm sorry. We had a rocky start but the few moments of good shit I can tell that you're pretty cool and got a lot of shit goin for you. Please stop crying, I didn't mean it. You're not my slave or my employee. You're my girlfriend, and I l-" I stop myself

What am I thinking? Getting caught up heavily right now. I hate seeing females cry.

"I like you as a friend that's not working for me and all. You're a good person." I finish

She pulls away from me and wipes her eyes.

"It's fine. Thanks for coming and apologizing." She says