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Chris Brown is clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. A very emotional person, someone who loves hard and wants the same love in return. He's someone who wants to find love, but he's looking in all the wrong places. He's dated all...
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Champagnepapi I'm always thinking about you Mami. ❤️
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Shawnie's POV
It had been two weeks since everything happened with the police.
Two weeks since I watched them slam Chris into the ground like he wasn't human. Two weeks since everything could have gone completely left, and somehow we're still here.
All charges against Chris were dropped. They never should have issued the warrant in the first place, and the department moved fast trying to clean up the damage. All four officers, Briggs, Smith, Williams, and Davis, were suspended without pay, with internal investigations pending. It should have felt like a win, and in some ways it was, but I couldn't shake the thought that it could have gone much worse. They could have shot him. That reality sat in the back of my mind, lingering no matter how much I tried to focus on the outcome we got instead of the one we barely avoided.
Chris held a press conference a few days after it happened, standing beside his lawyer, Mark, reporters threw questions at him from every direction. I stood on his other side, letting the world see that I was still there after everything. Now, the media had already moved on.
Chris hadn't really left the house since then, except for work. He shot two music videos. One in LA, one in Paris, for "Back to Love" and "Wobble Up." Like always, he threw himself into his work, using it as a distraction, a way to stay busy instead of sitting with everything that had happened. The album was finished, and they were aiming for a June release. The label wanted to push No Guidance as a single, but Chris wasn't happy about it. That meant a visual, and a visual meant working with Aubrey.
At the same time, they were already talking about the tour. Chris wanted to call it the IndiGOAT Tour. Everything was moving fast and I couldn't help but wonder how any of this was going to affect his recovery. It didn't feel like he was slowing down at all. If anything, he was speeding up and I just hope his mental and physical health was okay.
As for me, I had been trying to hold everything together, even though it didn't feel like I was doing a good job of it. Work was on pause for now, between traveling and everything that happened with Chris. Therapy, I missed again. I didn't want to cancel, but Chris needed me. At least, that's what I told myself. That's what I kept telling myself.
And Aubrey...
He had been posting me again. Pictures, captions, little subliminal messages that weren't really subliminal at all. Acting like we still talked, like we were still close. Like nothing had changed. It felt intentional, like he was trying to get a reaction, maybe even trying to push Chris into spiraling again. But Chris hadn't reacted. Not once. And for some reason, that worried me more than if he had.
