It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 21

Nicki

I woke up at 7:00 PM, feeling absolutely terrible about myself. 

God, I fucking messed up.

I shouldn't have went off on Drake like that. Looking back, I know he didn't deserve all of the wrath he did end up getting. I guess that once I started cursing him out, I couldn't stop. It was almost like I had no control over what words poured out of my mouth.

All I wanted, right then and there, was to reverse time and do over that whole conversation we had. Maybe the outcome would've been a lot better. 

Maybe I could call Drake back up and...?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That would not be a good idea. Nevermind.

I forced myself out of bed and went downstairs to try and find Rihanna. I knew if I talked to her, I'd feel somewhat better. She always made me laugh, so hopefully this time she wouldn't let me down.

She should be cooking dinner right about this time.

I peeked into her kitchen and found it empty. Hmm. 

I tried the living room. Still nothing.

I didn't want to go into her bedroom, because that's her territory. I knew I had to respect that. She never went into my room without permission, it  was only right that I treated her the same. She probably wasn't in there, anyway. The only time she went into her bedroom was when it was time to go to bed OR when Chris and her wanted to get it on, although they have been known to have sex on the couch, kitchen table, the shower, their cars, or the bathtub. Once I even caught them getting freaky outside in their backyard. Weird, right?

I searched all the rooms in the house, and I still couldn't find her. At this point, I was starting to get worried. Where could she be? She didn't leave, because she always made sure to tell me when she was going somewhere. The only place left to check was outside, but I doubted she would be out there becasue it was A) too cold, and B) because it was getting pretty dark out. I would be surprised if I did happen to find her out there.

I walked out the front door and almost tripped over a glassy-eyed Rihanna. She was on the phone with somebody, and I could tell she wasn't happy. I sat down beside her, curious to who she was talking to, what they were telling her, and why she was upset. 

"Answer the fucking question," she growled, "Where are you?"

The person on the other line mumbled something, but I couln't make out what they said. It sounded like a male's voice.

"Look, I don't give a fuck! I just want to know where the fuck you are, Chris. I want to know who you're with and what the fuck you're doing."

Ok, there's one question answered. She was talking to Chris. But what about?

"I wasn't born yesterday, Chris. I hear another girl's voice in the background. Who are you with?! Just fucking tell me already!" she yelled into the phone.

She paused for a moment to listen to his response. 

She sighed. "Fine, Chris. Whatever. But don't you even think about coming back here because I'm done! And I mean it this time!"

And with that she hung up the phone and buried her face into her hands, her body shaking with every silent sob. I rubbed her back in circles, to try to calm her down and comfort her.

"What happened, RiRi? What did Chris do?"

She sniffed and looked up at me, tears still rolling down her face. "Chris is cheating. Again. He won't tell me where he is or who he's with. I don't think he's coming back," she cried. She flung herself into my embrace, surely expecting me to cheer her up with some encouraging words. But what was I to say? I've never been good with this kind of stuff. In fact, I usually make the situation worse.