the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming.
This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, r...
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"Chris it's not funny." He was laughing at me while looking at my face for a bruise. I called him after Michelle brought me to this hotel, leaving me all alone I should add. I can't believe no one was letting me stay with them while I was going through this little dilemma. The only person that would even answer my calls were Chris and he wasn't really who I wanted to be around right now. "Baby what did you expect. You called your mom a slut, shit my dad would've put me in a coma if I ever said something like that to my mom."
"Well your mom isn't cheating on her husband and sitting there lying to his face now is she."
"Nah my mom loves my dad too much to even look at another guy. But baby you took it too far, that whole slut thing was a bit disrespectful." I slapped his hand away from my face and flopped down on the bed. I grabbed the blunt he rolled earlier then pointed at the smoke detector, "how much money your folks got anyway, you up in a palace bae?"
"This palace ain't shit, I wanna go home." I sparked the blunt and took a hit from it. I'm not a big smoker but with the day I was having it was definitely needed. Chris came back to the bed hovering over me, I blew some smoke in his face, "who told you to smoke my stuff anyway?"
"I do as I please, besides this all you got. I need something to numb my pain so to speak." He rolled off of me and started digging in his bookbag. I watched him for a bit then he started taking stuff out. He tossed some baggies on the bed and I sat up putting the blunt out. "Ass, you ain't told me you had some."
"You never asked. I bought some off this kid the other day." I picked one up and held it to the light watching it get brighter. "Take one later you started smoking."
"Boy you are not my daddy."
"That's not what you said the other night when I had you running." I slapped his arm. "I was not running or calling you daddy. You too small anyway, I could never feel it." It was his turn to slap me on my arm.
I doubt any of my sorry ass parents are coming around to lecture me so I was about to get high out of my mind. I opened the baggie and placed the tab on my tongue. I closed my eyes feeling the paper dissolve on my tongue. I went to grab a second one but Chris snatched it from me, "you not about to od on me again."
"I didn't od it was just a bad trip. Besides, I thought you liked it when I got high." I climbed on his lap straddling him while I kissed him on his neck. Chris had a sensitive spot on his neck that whenever I kissed him there I got what I wanted. "Tavi ion want you tripping like that."
"Please. I'm sad, I'm really really sad and I wanna feel good." I sucked on the spot, his hands found their way to my butt. "Fine." I leaned back up and stuck out my tongue. He placed another tablet on it and I rolled off of him happily. See, I know how to get what I want. "When am I going to meet your mother anyways."
