[Complete] Robyn. : Chris Brown & Rihanna (EDITING: Read at you own risk!)

Explanation Not A Story. :: 1

Robyn.

The mild New York air hit my skin as I walked out of the hell hole. I hated living here, but most importantly, I really hated living by another person's rules. My life sucked ass right now, and I hated it.
I regret coming here, making one of the dumbest decisions of my life.

Now I'm stuck dealing with it. I didn't think moving to New York would put me in a place that made me feel like I have to fight for my life everyday against no good ass bitches. I was living in a house for women, if that's what you wanted to call it.

My therapist thought it'd be best if I stayed in there, until I got my shit together. I couldn't lie and say the place hadn't stopped me from getting into trouble, but I was still ready to get the fuck on. Curfews and Robyn didn't mix, and that's the worst part of being there.

Sometimes I just wanna walk these streets, and be clueless of where I'm going but I can't do that because of the shitty situation I'm in. I was on my way to my anger management meeting, which my therapist also referred me to. Her ass always tryna refer something, but I knew she just be tryna help.

She thinks if I won't open up to her about things, then they will come out in these meetings, but she's wrong. I don't feel like letting anyone in, no one will understand what I went through, so I never both to explain.

After taking the 10-minute walk to my destination, I finally arrived at a brick building, which was kind of dusty looking. Before walking in, I silenced my cracked iPhone and then put it in my jacket pocket.

"Hi, how may I help you?" An older looking lady asked me as I walked up to the front desk. "Anger management meeting", I responded in a very dry tone.

"First door on your right."

I followed her directions and walked into the room.
There were about 15 chairs, all in a circle. It looked like most people were here, so I took my seat silently, while looking down at the floor. I eventually looked around and watched everyone, a few people shared their names and their reasons behind being here. It was my turn and I didn't really care to tell a long ass story.

"I'm Robyn, my therapist assigned me to this shit. I'm not angry, I just been through a lot. Next". Everyone looked at me, like I was a fool. I really didn't feel like talking, let alone being here so I'd advise these bitches to turn their heads in a different direction.

More people went along with their stories, until another person walked in. He sat in the empty chair, dressed in all black. He never really made eye contact with anyone until it was his turn.

"I'm Christopher, Chris for short. This is my fourth week coming to this meeting. For those of you who don't know, I've been dealing with anger issues and I've been in and out of jail. I thought it'd be a good idea to attend theses meetings, so I'm here."

Everyone welcomed him, saying hi or whatever. I just sat in my chair looking at the floor, waiting for this shit to be over. They eventually moved on to sharing talent or hobby. I didn't really see how this shit would help with anger issues, these people seemed happy as hell.

"Robyn what do you do?" An older white woman spoke up, asking me.

"I spend my free time writing poetry, that's it." I answered her question, then looked back at the floor. "Would you care to share something else?"

"I'd rather not."

"Yo, why you gotta be so stuck up and shit, getcho head out your ass ma it ain't cute." The boy who had walked in last, whose name I think was Chris said.