Under the Influence

Yellow Tape

Shawnie's POV

After my therapy session, I went straight home to Chris. I missed him so much. I'm starting to hate being away from him. I know everybody thinks I might be crazy for taking responsibility for helping to get him clean, but I do feel like he's my responsibility. He's my man and he's a public figure. This is something that we need to keep as private as possible because I don't want to get out in the media that he's using again. I don't think that'll go over well with his career.

I put the code into the gate in and I drove up the driveway. That same black BMW truck is here, so that means his producer friends, Josh, are still here. I pulled my car into the garage and closed it. I turn off my car and I sit there for a minute to gather my thoughts. I've been doing this a lot lately. Since I'm here with Chris, I don't have much alone time, and if I don't know anything else, I definitely know I need my alone time to process and get my head together.

I close my eyes and lean my head back on the seat. I sit in the silence and reflect on my day. The drama with Aubrey, Chris purchasing me a ridiculously expensive purse, the conversation with my dad, and last but not least, therapy.

Such a crazy and stressful day.

I sat there for about 20 minutes, then I went into the house. As usual, Chris was downstairs, in his studio. I didn't want to bother them, so I went upstairs to relax and shower. After I was done, I got into bed. It was now around 7 pm and I needed to finish going through the emails from this morning.

It wasn't until around 8 pm that Chris came upstairs. I haven't seen him since this afternoon. He was upset about Aubrey's post and wanted to rewrite the song Aubrey recorded. I don't know how that turned out, but I'm actually curious to find out.

"What's up, baby!" Chris says getting in bed next to me.

"Hey!" I lean over and kiss him on the lips, "How was your day?"

"It was cool. I think I recorded like 5 songs today, and I finished that song with Drake. I think I might be done with the album."

"Really? That's good babe!" He smiles and kisses me again, but this time with a little more passion. Then he pulls me on top of him.

He grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back, "You gonna let me fuck you?" He starts kissing and sucking on my neck.

"Baby, I've had a long day."

He stops and looks at me, "Well ima light a blunt and you can tell me about it while you ride me."

I laugh, "Babe, I really hate to turn you down, but I'm just not in the mood right now."

He sighs, " Okay. Well....." he lights the blunt, that he took from his ear, "Let's hear about it. How was your therapy session, babe?" Chris asks, taking a few hits of his blunt.

I lay next to him, and take the blunt from him.

"It was okay. I think she was upset that I cancelled my appt. last week. She said I should've been there."

"You should've. I agree with her, but I get why you did it and I appreciate you staying and helping me with this." He says with a smile. "So what happened?"

"We talked about our relationship, and she brought clarity to why I feel like I'm responsible for you." I take another hit and give it back to him.

"I didn't know that you felt responsible for me. Why is that?" He says

"She said it's because of my mom, and I think she's right. I couldn't help my mom like I wanted to, like she needed me to. She died while she was in my care but somehow, subconsciously, I feel like I need to redeem myself by helping, and taking care of you."