"Niggas caught me slipping once, okay so what."- Drake
Chapter 3:
Sunday
8:48Chris Brown
Omniscient
"How many?"
"Just one." The short man lead him throughout the crowd, trying to find a table. As they walked through the sweet aromas filled his airway. They finally stopped at a small booth that was close up to the action.
"What to drink?" The man held his note pad and a pen getting ready to write down the response given.
"Let me get a coke with lemon." He nodded, wrote it down and walked away. Chris was currently at a chinese buffet. He's been craving some chinese food for a while so here he was for a late night dinner. He headed to the set up and grabbed a plate making sure it was clean. His mouth started to water looking around at all of the food.
There was a variety of food to pick from. It ranged from lo mein, sweet and sour chicken to fried chicken and rice crispy treats.
After grabbing his plate he walked through trying to figure out what he wanted to try first. Finally he had settled on sweet and sour chicken, white rice, peanut butter chicken and egg rolls. After grabbing some duck sauce he arrived back at the comfy booth and began to chow down.
Pulling out his phone he started to check his social media's. As he was scrolling through his Instagram feed he felt like someone was watching his every movement.
Looking up and around he didn't see anyone that would caught his eye or that he'd recognize. Focusing back on his plate at hand, Chris finished what was left and headed back up for his next plate. This time he grabbed orange and sesame chicken, white rice, honey chicken and buns. Chris was starting to become full, he wanted to save some room for dessert though.
Finishing off the last plate Chris headed to the dessert table. Grabbing a sugar cone he filled it with vanilla ice cream, then drowned it in chocolate syrup and headed to the front desk to pay for his meal. After paying at the front counter he was now on his way to the parking lot, again Chris felt like he was being watched.
Looking all around he still couldn't find anything suspicious, maybe it was his insane imagination. Shaking it off he got into the car and started his drive back home.
As he was on the highway he'd noticed that a all black car had been following him since he'd pulled out of the restaurant's parking lot. Chris put his signal light on and got into the right lane, a few seconds later they did the same. Putting on his signal light he got into the far left lane and they did the same thing.
Chris let his foot press down on the gas pedal, speeding up. They also speed up coming to the side of him.
There was a exit coming up so the best option was to take it. Chris was in the lane furthest to the left so he had to merge right. Chris eased up off of the gas and started to go right, being careful of the other cars. The car merged with him, the front of their car tapped the back of Chris's.
(Pretend it's on a highway, the right car is black and it's night time.)
The impact made his car swerve and hit the guard rail. The air bag exploded making his head hit the back of the headrest on impact. He couldn't feel his left leg. Chris heard a whizzing sound be he felt a hot sensation shooting down his arm and into his side.
The last thing he heard was tires screeching and the sound of sirens in the distance, before every thing went black.
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