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Short story fan fiction following Chris Brown - Rihanna incident |
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"I don't wanna do this anymore", Rihanna bluntly declared as Drake slid off her crotchless red thong. While he worked his lips up her thigh, he replied in a soft but stern whisper, "fuck that nigga that you love so bad". Rihanna had been dating her boyfriend Chris for two years. She had been seeing Drake for one and a half. They met at a Rick Ross video shoot. You do the math. Her guilt was starting to consume her, along with fear that Chris would find out. She knew that if he did, there would be no telling as to what his crazy ass would do. And besides, she still really loved him. Drake leaned over her with his smooth, warm naked body and began to kiss her with more passion than chris ever had. It felt so good, but so wrong. "I think he knows" she said. Drake snickered, "Come on babe you the one who's been saying he's been so busy working on his album, he don't know shit. Now, stop worrying about him and enjoy this dick." The thought of Chris faded from her mind more and more with every stroke. Before she knew it, she found herself moaning involuntarily and begging him not to stop. She kept trying to wrap her legs around his neck, but they were quivering too violently. He kissed her again, this time sending them both into the point of no return. The next afternoon, Chris entered the condo after a studio session with Lil Wayne as Rihanna was getting off the phone with her stylist, they had been discussing options for her to wear at the upcoming clive davis pre grammy party and ceremony. "Hey babe", Chris greeted as he walked in, followed by a kiss on the forehead. She instantly smelled weed on him. She didn't like when he smoked, but he didn't like when she would tell him about it, so she ignored it."Hey", Rihanna replied. "Yo, I'm dumb hyped for next week!" exclaimed Chris. "Everybody gon be there, and I still can't believe Clive invited us to his party, that shit is legendary."Yep", said Rihanna. "Everybody's gonna be there". "That's what I just said", Chris snarled. "I don't know why you always do that shit, you don't ever fucking listen. You think 'cause you got a couple hit records and albums you hot shit. I got my stats too Robyn. And I still work my ass off". Rihanna had recently returned home from being on tour, she was still tired and wanted to avoid any arguments as best she could. She couldn't help but drown out his rant with images and memories of happier times, when they first started dating, he was the sweetest person she had ever met. He would always suprise her with an extravagent gift, or three.She missed those times. "I don't think that at all" she said, "i'm sorry babe". "Look here" Chris said as he took her by the hand, "you know I love you, but you gotta stay humble no matter what. Now go get dressed we gon stop by the car dealer to pick up my new lambo". As she made her way upstairs, she muttered under her breath, "i'm sure that's not the only dealer you stopped by lately". Two days before The Big Day, Rihanna met up with her good friend Katy Perry, who she had'nt seen much of lately, being that she was managing success of her own album and tour. Not to mention the amazing new man in her life, Russel Brand, who she met at the 2008 MTV Video Music Awards. They were catching up at Mr. Chow's, a famous restauraunt and celebrity hot spot in L.A. Talking about what had been going on in each other's lives, sharing funny and embarassing experiences while on tour, and also their relationships. Katy seemed so happy, bragging about how wonderful her new beau treated her. "I can actually see myself marrying him ya know?" said Katy. "Girl, I can hardly remember that feeling" Rihanna replied. Katy couldn't help but ask "Don't you think it's time for you to leave that dude?" Rihanna got quiet, she took a sip of her sparkling water and a big bite out of her filet minon. "Look at you Rob, you're not even happy anymore. You're a prisoner of your own success." Rihanna took another sip and another bite. "I'm cheating on him", she confessed. "What?" asked Katy. "I've been seeing someone else" she said. "It's a little bit more physical than emotional, but I don't know girl, he makes me feel so special, like a quadruple platinum album or some shit." "Robyn!" Katy scorned, not good!" "I know, trust me I know. It's just that he makes me feel so damn good! he's in the industry, I know this can get complicated. It's already complicated. I can't break up with Chris though, despite all the drama and bullshit, I love him." "You fear him" Katy corrected her, "but you have to break it off with one of them soon. The best thing for you right now is to keep the drama and bullshit to a minimum". "Girl you are so right" said Rihanna. "I'm just so fucking confused. Let's go I don't feel good." "you okay?". "I don't know I been feeling sick a lot lately, girl I'm even two days late." "Oh shit". It was the night of the Grammy's. Chris and Rihanna had been pretty good for the past two days. They had a great time together as a seemingly happy couple at the pre grammy party, they met so many legendary people, as well as their peers. The party was over, and they were headed back to the hotel to get ready for the Grammy ceremony. It was very quiet in the car, Rihanna had been texting Drake most of the way. They were halfway there when Chris noticed how distracted Rihanna was. "Who you been texting so much?" he asked. "nobody Chris." Rihanna answered. "Bullshit" Chris insisted. "You been acting mad shady lately and your eyes been glued to that phone." "Look nigga i'm grown, I don't need this bullshit from you so just drive." Chris quickly pulled over, stopped the car, took the key out of the ignition and threw it on the dashboard. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" "Chris we're gonna be late." "Bitch I don't give a fuck, I know you been sucking somebody else's dick and I'm not moving until you tell me who it is!" At that point Rihanna was annoyed. "Fine then I guess we're just gonna stay in the fucking car for the rest of our life. She quickly grabbed the key and threw it out the window. "Are you out your fucking mind!?" yelled Chris. He got out of the car frantically searching for the key. Soon after, Rihanna got out of the car as well. "I hope you never find those keys!" "You better hope I find them!" He yelled back. "Fuck you! I'm so sick of you! we're done! and for the recorD I HAVE been cheating on your sorry ass, 'cause you ain't shit!" With that, she began to walk off, but before she could go any further, Chris grabbed her by the arm. He was furious. "Fuckin slut!" he yelled. He grabbed her by the neck and threatened to kill her. She tried to fight him off but his rage over powered him. The anger in his eyes made him appear souless. He started repeatedly punching her in the face. She could feel the blood dripping from her nose and her eye beginning to swell. He slammed her head onto the trunk of the car and continued punching her, it felt as if he would have never stopped no matter how much she screamed. He finally did, but his attack wasn't over. In fact, he had become even more vicious by biting her in the finger and lip. She felt the blood gushing from her bottom lip and index finger. He then threw her to the ground and began kicking her in the stomach. At that point she had fell unconscious. She woke up shortly after still on the ground with the car gone and Chris nowhere in sight. The ambulance and police rushed over to her. She was in so much pain she didn't want anyone to touch her. They assured her that she was safe and everything would be alright as they helped her into the ambulance truck and rushed her to the hospital to treat her devastating wounds. As soon as she got to the hospital, the cops asked her to take a few photos of her face for the police report. It was humiliating. She had been in the hospital for what seemed like forever. She had to explain the situation many times to cops, nurses and doctors. Finally she fell asleep only to be woken up by another nurse. "How are you feeling honey?" the nurse sweetly asked. "I just can't believe this is what my life has come to." she responded". The nurse sighed and went on, "I know, I know. But your face is healing pretty quickly. But I need you to sit up for a second hun." Rihanna slowly sat up, reluctant but eager to hear what the nurse was going to say. "You were aware that you were pregnant right?" she asked. Rihanna, unsuprised, sighed and said "well, I had been late but I wasn't sure. I planned on taking a test - what do you mean "were" pregnant?". The nurse quietly replied "it looks like you were about 3 weeks along, but unfortunatly the attack has terminated your pregnancy. It was at that moment reality hit Rihanna harder than Chris had. *** STAY TUNED for the next installment of the series! *** Robyn's Room: The Feud, it follows the story of the big club fight between Drake and Chris Brown! Coming soon. |
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