Owned

C17: Confession

CHRIS POV
I'm finishing cleaning up my face when I hear a knock on the door. I don't answer. I don't really want to be bothered right now. I go and sit on the couch and the door opens anyways.
"Fucked up man. You couldn't answer?" Trey says
"I should've locked the door."
"Yeah, like I wouldn't have found a way in here. What up man. why'd you dip on Isabelle?" He asks
"I just needed space man." I reply
"Space? Space for what?"
"Just space, away from her. I feel like we're spending too much time together for someone in a fake relationship. I don't want to get attached to her." I tell him
"Nigga it sounds like you're already attached."
"I guess, I mean you saw how fast I went to defend her. I didn't even think twice, I got into a fight with Will's punk ass, and he's probably gonna report it. That could mean prison time again man." I say
"He ain't gonna do that shit man, all he wants is Isabelle and I'm sure he knows if he does that she's gon hate em." He tells me
"Is she alright though? Isabelle." I ask
"She's just worried about you bro. She wanted me to find you and make sure you were cool, and she wants to see you. She wants to make sure you ain't mad at her for what happened." He answers
"Aight. I'll go see her then." I say
"Good. And man just talk to her. She'll get it. Check her bandages too, they might need changing, plus she might need to take her meds." He tells me
I dap him up, as we walk to the door.
"Thanks for helping her back here. Preciate' it man." I tell him
"Got you. I'll handle the auctions tonight again, just worry about Isabelle." He says before gettin in the elevator
"Thanks nigga" I say as the door closes
I hear my phone ringing and see it's Moms calling.
"Hey Momma" I answer
"Chris! Are you okay angel? I've been trying to get a hold of you. Isabelle has been worrying about you, and so have I." She says
"I'm okay Momma, and I know about Isabelle, Trey just came and told me she wants to see me so I'm gonna go see her." I tell her
"Good. Did something happen? Other than the fight? I mean between you and Isabelle." She asks
"Nah Ma... It's difficult to explain." I tell her
"She's not gonna leave you angel."
She caught me off guard with that one.
"What do you mean?" I ask
"I know you're scared she's gonna leave you, but she's not. I seen how's she's looked at you. How's she talked about you. Didn't you hear what she said about you just as she was arriving at the hotel?" She says
"No I haven't heard it, but I will check it out..." I say
"The only reason you and her wouldn't work out is if you're the one who pushes her away. She's not going to choose to leave. But go talk to her and I want to see you both later."
"I understand Momma, and aight bye." I say and hang up. Little does she know, Isabelle doesn't have a choice anyways. She has a debt still.
I google my name and first thing that comes up is a link that says
ISABELLE SANDERS DEFENDS BOYFRIEND CHRIS BROWN.
I click on it and there's a video. I press play. Isabelle gets out the car and someone comments on the fight with Will, and someone else calls me an monster. Isabelle stops and looks up at the cameras before she speaks.
"One, you guys are talkin as my boyfriend just beat someone up, which he didn't. This person violated my personal space and he was simply defending me. Two, who are all of you to talk about him being a monster? Do you know him personally? You just know what others say about him, it's never from a good source. But I'm one of those good sources. He's a good person, he cares about everyone important in his life. He does a lot to better this community and does even more for the youth of LA. You all are the monsters, you can't even let people have a normal day with out your damn cameras all in their face. How would you feel if someone was following your loved ones around all day, taking pictures of every little thing they do? Basically stalking! I suggest you all don't come around here anymore, or it'll be loitering. And you'll all be fined." She says. The chatter goes quiet. And she smiles.
"Have a blessed day." She says as Trey helps her in the hotel doors.
I don't even know what to say. I never expected her to say something like that to anyone, let alone the paparazzi. I could tell that was all real, and not part of our agreement. She really believes in me, and it feels good that someone knows both sides of me and still can see mostly the good side.
I hurry and get in the elevator down to her room. I knock on the door. She opens the door rubbing her sleepy eyes and when she sees me she smiles and hugs me.
"Chris you're okay." She says and I hug her back
"Yeah I'm sorry, just was a lot that happened, I needed space." I tell her
"Oh," she says looking up at me "you didn't have to come and see me right away, I just wanted to know that you were here and safe."
"I wanted to see you. I saw what you said to the paps." I tell her
"Sorry about saying they'd be fined.. But I was annoyed. I mean they were just out of line for those comments."
"Thank you, Isabelle. I really appreciate it, and I'm glad you think I ain't so bad after all." I say
She smiles again.
"Of course. You're welcome Chris."
"You mind if I hang out here with you?" I ask
"No I don't, come in and follow me..." She says as she walks back in, and I close the door.
I'm thinking we're gonna chill out in the living room but she walks into her bedroom. I see if she's gonna come back out but when she doesn't I just go in. Her room is crazy.
"What do you think?" She asks as she sits in the middle of her bed
"This is crazy, you collect all this art?" I say
"Yeah, whatever I find intriguing." She replies and I just look around and stop when I see some familiar work.
"Those are my favorites of yours. Hell no kitty is probably at the top though." She tells me
"This is dope. Your room alone feels so relaxing." I say
"Good, that's what I want. This is where everything is peaceful and happy, and fun."
I take my shoes off and sit next to her on the bed.
"Whoa, I didn't even have to beg you to come sit down?"
"Nah, I knew you were gonna say something any minute anyways." I tell her
She nudges me and smiles. She leans back and turns on her tv, Poetic Justice is on.
"Sorry, I like movies with love." She tells me
"Obviously, but this movie is cool. You know I like Pac." I say as I lean back too.
"Everyone likes Pac, and if they don't like him they in denial." She states
"True." I say
We both lay back at the same time and she laughs. I like hearing her laugh. She wraps her arms around my arm and lays her head on my shoulder.
"You cuddling my arm?" I ask
"Yes, it bother you?" She replies
"Nah it doesn't." I tell her
We keep watching the movie for a while and she breaks the silence with a question.
"You know I'm here for you Chris right?"
"Uh what you mean?" I ask
"I mean that even though this thing between us is an arrangement I want you to know that you can trust me, and talk to me about whatever. I'm here for you, and I do genuinely care about you." She tells me
"Wow-- uh thank you. I appreciate that really. It's good to know that someone believes in me." I confess
"No doubt.. jellybean..." She says as her eyes slowly close.
I turn the tv off and switch off the light. Maybe we both need this rest.