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For The Record {Chapter 55 Added} {3/10/13} {I'M BACK!!!}

HI! :) Haha, this is my first CB story so let me know what ya think!

<em>Cause when I'm looking in your eyes
Feels like the first time
Give me one good reason why
We can't just press rewind</em>

The lyrics spill out on the page without much effort. She doesn’t have to try hard. They’re embedded in her brain and easily transferable to the paper. She tries her damn hardest to withhold the tears that are threatening to fall. Her make up for today isn’t waterproof and she doesn't feel like taking time out to do it over because her jolted emotions can’t control themselves. Misty eyes are as far as she’s letting it go. He’s not worth her tears. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Then again, she’s been telling herself a lot of untrue things lately.

Sighing heavily, <a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/558604_298229126926725_100002189217716_659503_781618814_n.jpg" target="_blank">Layla “Lala” Brown</a> sets the pen and paper to the side. She doesn’t feel like writing anymore. The sudden urge she previously had to finish the song is no longer there. She gets up from the writing desk and makes her way over to her California King Size bed. Yanking the covers back, she slides in the warm bed, huddling under the covers. The vacancy next to her is impossible to ignore. She lies on her back. Her long jet-black hair splays all over the pillow. She does not bother wrapping it up. She sees no reason to; it’s not as if she has to wake up tomorrow looking presentable for <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXZz9nlRxAc/TTOpwb80rXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MeXtIsBBRYc/s1600/chris+brown11.jpg" target="_blank">him</a>. He won’t be there.

She winces slightly thinking about where he is. She doesn’t know exactly, but she has a pretty damn good guess. A guess that makes her heart ache even more. She wonders how she got there. How they got there. She has a good life. At the tender of age of 20, she lives a life most people would kill to have. Her debut album went multi-platinum and won her two Grammy's along with countless other awards. She has sponsorships with mega companies like Juicy Couture, Nike, South Pole, etc. She successfully ventured into the acting business and received critical acclaim for all her performances. Millions of girls look up to her and want to be just like her. Guys think she’s sexy as hell. Most importantly, she’s the wife of international superstar Chris Brown. Yet, she’s miserable as hell.

Her eyes start to water even more as she thinks on how much things had changed. She knew marriage was going to be hard, but she never thought it would be this difficult. She always knew she would never be enough for Chris, sexually. How could she? She was inexperienced when it came to sex before Chris. She knew the logistics of it, but that was it. She was clueless when it came to what guys liked, what turned them on and all the right places to attack. He wasn’t. He knew exactly what to do and was perfect at it. He constantly reassured her that she was fine in bed and shouldn’t worry so much. She blindly listened to him. She should have known better. If she was really fine in bed, why the hell was he out somewhere f***ing one of his many whores?

She wanted to believe, if not her skills in bed, then maybe her undying love for Chris would keep him from straying. Their love should have been enough. But it wasn’t not anymore. They weren’t the same people they were almost two years ago. His love for her has diminished and she wonders if there is any hope for them. So much has happened.

Is it too much to overcome though?

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::.Chapter 34.::

March 23, 2011

*Lala POV*

“Would ya’ll hurry up?!” I scream for Mickie and Ashley, adjusting my body’s position on my bed. “The movie fin to start!”

Mickie walks in from my <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/Teengirlsbathroomideas42.png" target="_blank">bathroom</a>. “Fin? Really Lala?” She plops down on my bed.

I shrug, popping a chocolate covered almond in my mouth. “Blame Ashley.”

“I hear you b****es.” Ashley glares, walking into my <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/teenage-girl-pink-bedroom-susan-jay_large.jpg" target="_blank">room</a>. “Don’t be blaming s*** on me. Blame her man.” She smirks, lying down on the edge of my bed.

I blush and roll my eyes. “He’s not my man. We’re just friends.” Never in a million years would I have thought that I would ever be saying that. It’s surreal. He’s f***ing Chris Brown for f***s sake and he and I are FRIENDS! How many people can actually say that?

“Have you told him that?” Ashley raises an eyebrow, grabbing a nail filer before using it on her nails.

“Leave Lala alone Lele.” Mickie giggles, reading the latest issue of Black Hair. “If she wants to be in denial about Chris’s blatantly obvious feelings for her, who are we to stop her?”

“You guys are delusional.” I shake my head, pressing the play button on the movie. “Why would Chris like me?”

“I think that’s a question you should ask Chris.” Ashley chimes.

“I can’t ask him that!” I yell, wide eyed and already growing antsy just thinking about it. “And don’t tell me I can, because I can’t. He <strong>doesn’t</strong> like me.”

“If you <em>really</em> believed that Lala,” Mickie smirks, closing up the magazine. “You wouldn’t be getting so upset about this.”

“I’m not upset.” I clench my teeth.

“Are you sure about that?” Ashley ‘sings’. “Because you sound pretty upset to me.”

“Okay.” I cross my arms. “Let’s say he is, for whatever reason, into me. Why the hell haven’t I heard from him all damn day?”
Mickie and Ashley look at each other, then me, and then back at each other before busting out laughing. What the hell?

“The f*** you guys? This isn’t funny.” I whine. “This isn’t like him.”

“Oh yeah. You got it bad.” Ashley musters out in between laughs. “That man <strong>so</strong> wants to make you his boo boo.”

“I need you boo (oh). I gotta see you boo, (hey).” Mickie laughs and stops singing when I hit her with my pillow.

“Ya’ll are special.” I say, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably. “I’m convinced both of ya’ll asses were on that short bus.”

“Toot toot beep beep.” Ashley winks. We all laugh and <em>finally</em> start the movie.

-CONT.-

“Girl, this movie is <strong>too</strong> ratchet.” I manage to get out between laughs.

“I know right?!” Mickie nods in agreement, grabbing a handful of pop-corn. “Soul Plane is like, the best, black people flick eva.” She twits a piece of hair around her finger and pretends she’s smacking gum.

“Ooh.” Ashley fans herself. “That fine black piece of dark chocolate could get it anytime and anywhere.” She states, referring to the Playboy model type dude from the movie.
I pretend to gag. “Girl you sick. He probably older than yo daddy.”

“So?” She smirks suggestively. “All that means is he got more experience. I bet he would pound the s*** out of my-“

“TMI!” Mickie yells, putting her hands over her ears. “I’d really rather not hear about your sick and twisted sexual fantasies.”

“Whatever.” Ashley mutters, turning her attention back to the movie.

My phone starts vibrating in my bra. I pull it out and answer the
phone without even looking at whose calling. “Hello?” My voice is muffled because of the chocolate almonds in my mouth.

“Chanel?”

My eyes go wide. “Chris?!” An almond gets stuck in my throat and I start choking slightly. Mickie and Ashley start beating on my back rather than patting as I cough. I send them venomous glares.

“Now we trying to help this ungrateful heifer and she looking at us like we crazy.” Ashley shakes her head and grabs the phone from my hand. “Sup Breezy.” She smiles and gets off my bed and starts walking across the floor. “Yeah she fine, just a little….situation. Nothing serious though.” She winks. I glare. “Uh huh…..yeah…..okay……yeah that’s fine…..now?....aight, I got it…..Yeah…okay bye.” She hangs up the phone and hands it to me.

She sits back on the bed and turns back towards the TV.

“Well?!” I scream, after finishing my annoying coughing. “What did
he say?!”

“Oh!” She laughs, turning to turn towards me. “He said sorry for not texting you. He’s had a busy day and that he should be here in about,” She looks at her watch. “Half an hour.”

“WHAT?!” I shout, starting to panic. "HERE AS IN MY <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/540-Fiitch-Average-home.jpg" target="_blank">HOUSE</a>?!"

“Must you yell so loud?” She rubs her ears. “And yeah, he flew in a couple hours ago. But he said he’s driving through Hampton now, so I suggest you hurry up and get yo ass together before he-“
I don’t even give her a chance to finish. I’m already out my bed and in my bathroom to get ready.

-CONT.-

“Are you sure he didn’t say where we’re going?” I ask, picking with my fingers and biting my lip.

“No Lala, for the umpteenth time, he did not say where you two were going. All he said was for you to be ready to go by the time he gets here.” She says with frustration lacing her voice.

“No need to get so rude.” I pout, crossing my arms.

“Girl if you don’t stop moving.” Mickie warns, curling one of the few last sections of my hair. “I swear Imma burn yo scalp and have you looking like Steve Harvey at the head.”

“Okay, God.” I mumble, trying to stay as still as possible.
“b****es be tripping.”

The sound of a car honking several times stops all movement.

“s***!” I panic. “That must be him.”

Ashley rolls her eyes, stops touching up my make-up and walks over to my window. She unlocks it, pulls it up and sticks her head out.

“Nigga don’t be blowing horns and s*** like you run something up in here! She’ll be down in a few minutes! Now shut yo bright ass up before someone calls the popo!” She closes the window and walks back over to me to finish my make-up as if nothing happened. She must notice the look Mickie and I are giving her because she continues. “What?”

“Nothing.” Mickie shakes her head. She finally finishes my hair and flips the curling iron off before using her hands to feel my waves. “Perfect.”

Ashley applies a bit more blush on my cheeks, closes up the container and looks at me. “Ooh girl. Chris is gonna be all over your sexy ass.”

I smile nervously and stand up. “You sure I don’t look too…slutty?” I ask, looking at my <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/nickidress.jpg" target="_blank">outfit</a> in my full body mirror. “I don’t want to give him the wrong impression.”

“Would you stop worrying so damn much?” Mickie waves off my worry.

“You look fine. Chris ain’t gonna know what hit him.”

“Sure ain’t.” Ashley agrees, handing me my purse. “Now let’s get yo phat ass out there before I have to go cut a nigga.” The two hurry up and usher me out the room, down the stairs and out the door. I almost trip when they shove me out the front door.

“You kids have fun!” Mickie smirks.

“But not too much fun! Cause ain’t nobody trying to become the next potential candidate for Teen Mom! Okay?! Please believe it!”
Mickie rolls her eyes and grabs Ashley, pulling her back inside before they slam the door shut leaving me alone with Chris. I glance up at him. He’s leaning against the passenger door and Goddamn does he <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/chris-brown-la-lakers-snapback-cap-polo-ralph-lauren-zip-hoodie-bdg-tank-top-air-jordan-retro-3-sneakers-4.jpg" target="_blank">look</a> good.

“Hey.” I mumble, looking down at the ground. God, why am I so socially awkward?

I hear him chuckle as he walks over to me. “Pretty sure my face is up here.” He forces me to look at him. “You know…” He trails off, staring at me intently. “I never realized how pretty your eyes really are.”

“Thank you.” Oh God. I can feel myself starting to blush. “Most people don’t pay attention to my face.” I cast my eyes down to my body and he does the same.

“Well, that’s somewhat understandable.” He seductively bites down on his lip. God I feel so naked.

I roll my eyes and punch him on his arm. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I hate not having enough preparation time. I don’t do well under pressure.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Where are your parents?”

“In North Carolina.” I answer, discreetly pulling down my dress in the back. “It’s their anniversary.”

He quips an eyebrow. “So you’re staying with…”

“Mickie and Ashley. Plus, my aunt Brandy is up the street so it’s not that big a deal. My parents trust me. At least, my dad does. My mother? Not so much. Thanks to a certain someone breaking into her restaurant. ” I tease.

“You should have had the doors locked.” He laughs.

“You should have adhered to the whole “We’re Closed” sign. It’s almost impossible to miss, now are we going to stand here all day or are we actually going to go somewhere?” I sass, these shoes are starting to kill my feet.

He moves by the <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/Chris-Brown-Lamborghini-Gallardo-600x426.jpg" target="_blank">car</a>, opens up the passenger door, and motions for me to get in. I smile sheepishly and move to get in, but stop to ask him. “Just where are we going anyway?” I sit down. Damn, his car is nice as f***.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” He smirks, closing the door before I an even say anything.

-CONT.-

“No! Hell no!”

“You haven’t even tried yet.” He groans, trying to pull me with him.

“I did and you wanna know what happened? I fell flat on my ass in front of EVERYONE.” I cross my arms as a defiant gesture.

“One. You said it yourself that it happened years ago. Two. There’s no one here except us….and the DJ, but he’s in his own world. Don’t pay him no mind. And three, you’re not gonna fall.” He explains patiently.

“You don’t know that for sure. You don’t know if I won’t fall or not.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes I do.”

“How?” I narrow my eyes.

He flashes me a toothy grin and sings, “Cause I won’t let you fall girl. Let you fall. Oooh.” My eyes go wide as he grabs me by my arm and pulls me on the <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/grhbtbh4h.jpg" target="_blank">skating floor</a>. My first instinct is to scream because of the shock, but instead, I simply cling to his
arm.

“I should kill you.” I hiss and he just laughs as we slowly start skating. “What the hell are you doing? I ask as we start moving. Well, he’s practically dragging me but, that still counts as movement.

“Tell me about yourself.” He says, ignoring my previous question. Can’t say I blame him though. It was a dumb query. Still, I oblige. “What’s the story behind the girl?” He mocks in a ‘reporter’ type voice.

“You are crazy.” I laugh. “And trust me, the less you know about my life the better. Besides, all we ever do is talk about me. I want to get to know <em>you</em>.”

“Why?” His nose scrunches up in confusion. “Ain’t much to know about “Chris Brown,” He gestures with his hands. “That you can’t find on Google.”

I stop us from skating and slide in front of him. “I said I wanted to get to know <em>you</em> Chris. Not Chris Brown. I already know all I need to know about ‘Breezy’. I want to get to know <strong>you</strong>, not your persona.”

He gives me a strange look and c**ks his head to the side. “You’re not like most girls.” It’s a statement, not a question.

I smirk and turn to skate off after telling him. “You have no idea…..”

*END FLASHBACK*

*Chris’s POV*

“f***.” I mutter, reflecting back on our first ‘date’. Back when things were simple, when it was just her, and me, when we didn’t have to worry about all of this. Lord knows I love Chanel with all my heart and soul. She’s my better half. I can’t imagine life without her. But some of the decisions she makes…I just don’t understand. Someone f***ing threatened her life and she didn’t even tell me. It’s not even about my safety. f*** that. This is about keeping her safe and alive. I hate how she keeps things from me. How am I supposed to help her if I don’t even know what’s going on.

“Hey.” I turn around and see Chanel, standing there looking down at the ground. “The uh…detectives want to talk to you.”

She turns on her heel to walk away. “Chanel.” She freezes at the sound of my voice. Sighing, I get up from my position on the hospital bench.

I get up and come behind to wrap my arms around her. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Yes you are.” She mumbles. “And I don’t blame you. Mickie’s right I-“

“Mickie is mad and hurting and confused about how she feels right now. You deserve the same amount of blame Ty does and that’s none. You’re not psychic. You had no way of knowing any of this was going to happen.”

She turns around and looks at me with teary eyes. God, I hate seeing her cry. It does something to me. “Maybe. But I had a hint Chris. A threat actually. A threat that I didn’t take serious and now Ashley’s in a coma, you could go to jail, Ty is in denial about the whole thing, Mickie’s about to lose her damn mind-,” I cut her off by kissing her. She’s shocked at first and tenses, but eventually gives in and pulls me closer to deepen the kiss.

I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “This is <strong>not</strong> your fault Chanel. I need you to understand that. Yes, you should have told me about the text and Brian.” I spit his name out with venom. “But that doesn’t constitute you being responsible for all this. No one blames you. I don’t. I’m a little frustrated with you for keeping s*** from me, but I don’t blame you.”

She bites her lip. “I know and I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I just….I guess I didn’t realize how bad I am at letting people know what’s wrong with me.”

“Courtesy of Crystal Wilson.” I snort, but notice how she looks away. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been thinking.” She bites even harder on her lip and I swear, I see blood. “I…think I want to talk to her. I think I want to talk to my mother now.”

_FTR_

Bad ending? I know. I’m not gonna lie, I’m having a bit of writers block right now. -_- My procedure went well. :] I just have to wait for the biopsy results.

Sorry for not putting this up sooner. But I was trying to add on the site while using my touch, without realizing it had a low battery. It wen’t dead and I lost everything. So I had to retype this. I was so f***ing frustrated.

Thanks to all my commenters and readers! :D

Oh, and Tia and Kianna? Sit ya’ll asses DOWN. Talking bout some boycott. Crazy broads. Lmao JK!

RUN IT

Lmaooo hell yeah Kianna

Dude shot himself? Smh, wow.

Things are getting super crazy.

Run it (:

See, now Tia the one bugging the hell outta you, see? See. See what you've created. She reminds me so much of myself, before I was calm. Lol, ayeeeee, Tia, I say we boycott! Lol, I'm just joking. But f anything bad really happens to Ashley, just know ima spazz df out instantly!

Lmaooo I know right!!! But ok I can't waaaait!!!!

*ducks*
Thank you. I hope it'll go fine too. I don't ever wanna have to do it again.

And girl, what you talking about? My mama does the same thing. Almost 18 and she still gives me a designated time to go to bed which is actually 9:30, but girl I be up sneaking on my laptop. lol Well, yeah, I can tell you it's not going to be up by 10. :( But, at least when you get home from school, you'll be able to read it. lol

Noooooooooo!!!!!! Ughhhhhh lol *throws phone across room*
Well.......I pray that you operation goes well!!!
But giiiiiirl move them fingers!!!! Move them as fast as you can!!! Even if you post tonight though I doubt I will be able to read it tonight. School started Monday and my ma DEMANDS that I take my ass to sleep by 10 -__- I know right? School is so overrated right now......

*Emerges from cave looking crazy af*

TIA! DO NOT BOTHER ME WOMAN! Lmao. JK! JK! JK!

IT's coming. I can't give away any details on Ashley, but you know how Chris is; he's able to bounce back from anything. ;)

The update is coming, it's just taking longer because I'm typing it from my iPod Touch. My mama keeps walking around, being nosy and s***. -_-

Oh, and better break the news to you all now. There probably won't be any adds tomorrow. I'm having a operation/test type thing and it's going to pretty much be an all day thing and even if it doesn't take as long as they're saying it will, I'm still going to be drowsy from the sedatives. :(

So yeah. I'm sure you guys will be able to go a day without an add. *cough*Kianna*cough* *cough*Tia*cough* lol

Oh no Makayla!!! She must be really fed up slapping people and telling secrets smh. And wtf is wrong with tyga?? That nigga better get right because WHEN ASHLEY GET UP AND HEAR ABOUT HIS f***ERY *lol @ f***ery I never used this language in real life but this seems like the right time to use :)* SHE'S GOING TO BEAT THE s*** OUT OF HIM! And damn Chris was putting in work he got two people in the icu lmao Thats wtf they get. I hope his ass come back soon before he gets into more trouble
RUN IT

Ambeeeer.........*peeks from behind door scared* :) is Ashley okaaaay?
*hides back behind the door after the expression on your face*
So ummmmm I meant to say......ummmm is Chris ok?
*runs away after you throw dangerous objects towards me*
O-oh o-okay, I'll just come back

Everybody just need to calm down..take a breather. Lala should have said somethin abt the text..maybe things culda been avoided. Nd kinda understand tygas reaction. Hope ashley pulls through thoo. Run it soon!

This is going to be long because you made me cry................AGAIN!!! And I'm finna use some real hood lingo lol cause I'm highly upset!
Trey, you a b**** for f***ing hittin her! You can't get cause Lala got them hands nigga! I see she beat yo b**** ass before and she prolly do that s*** again! And I'm glad Chris leaned yo ass cause you had that s*** on the roll for ya ass! And Chris been wanted his one wit chu bit so why even do some f*** s*** like that?! And Brian you too bit! Chris wanted his one and you popped that s*** off! Nigga who the f*** throw bottles nigga?! We throw hands not bottles my nigga but obviously you aint got dem thumpers nigga cause you wouldn't have did no s*** like that.......stupid ass mutha f***as! And for the nigga that shot Ashley, nigga I'm glad you killed ya damn self, stupid ass! You prolly the biggest b**** out of everybody b**** be real and take the s*** that was prolly comin for you if you had stayed yo b**** ass alive! And wtf you shootin for anyway?! In a club FULL of f***ing innocent people you gone pull out a damn gun nigga?! And the security to the club some b****es too!!! They must aint search that nigga b**** ass!!!
Ok, neeeeext! When them detectives came in and said that "the deceased can't talk" I swear when I read that I burst into tears!!! I thought they was talkin bout damn Ashley!! I cried so damn hard I thought that girl was gone bruh!!!! I cried for a good ten minutes before I read on and got pissed tf off that I had just cried for damn ten minutes and it wasn't even Ashley that died!!!! it was the mutha f***a who shot her!!!! I literally flipped my computer off of my lap lol I was so upset! But ummm Michael Ray Stevenson!!! how dare yo ass try to do some b**** nigga s*** like that! She took that bullet for YO ASS!!!! She coulda just stood there and let yo jamacian decent ass just get shot!!! I woulda slapped the BLACK out yo ass bit!!!! You just.......ughhhh you just upset me Michael! And damn Mickie......just bust her out!!!! And Lala made me mad cause I told her ass to show him the text! IT pissed me OFF how she could say that she didnt think a DEATH THREAT was serious.......boy stooooooooop!!!!!
Anyway, I pray that Ashley makes it out of that coma, out of that hospital and out of Michael's life because he doesn't deserve her ass!!!! I hope she cut him when she get out!!! f***in ass wipe!!!

Can't wait till the next addddddd Ambeeeeeeeer!!!!

Run it

See, everything unfolding while everybody spazzing out.
DAMN. DAMN. DAMN.

wow..that waas intense!..ashley's shooter killed himself..smh and tygas attitude change was very shocking..maybe he is jus tryna process everything and is tryna hide his hurt thats why he tryna act nonchalant abt the situation..hell idk let me stop makin excuses for him lol..but dang mickies blowup towards tyga was kinda understood beause they all are hurting and he sitting here acting the way he was acting but dang she was throwing out low blows..RUN IT

::.Chapter 33.::

*NO ONE's POV*

To say everyone is shocked is an understatement. They feel like this is all one big dream. Because Ashley is fresh out of surgery, she has to wait a while before anyone can see her. Everyone agreed that they would all wait until they could at least see her before leaving.

“This can’t be happening.” Lala cries, sitting on Chris’s lap as he tries to comfort her. “Ashley’s a good person. Yes, she has her moments, but she didn’t deserve this. Why would someone want to shoot her?” Lala notices how Tyga tenses up at her question and an even more pained expression appears on everyone’s faces.

“What is it?” Chris asks, noticing the drastic change in their moods.

Everyone seems hesitant to answer so Drake decides to speak up. “We can ta-“

“She took the bullet for me.” Tyga says bluntly, still in the same position he’s been in since their arrival. Both Chris and Lala’s visibly drop.

“What?” Lala breathes, trying to stop herself from crying. After all, tears can’t do anything to help Ashley. “Why…why was someone trying to shoot you?”

“f*** should I know!” He growls finally looking up at the group.

His face is surprisingly free from any signs of tears, but it’s blatantly obvious he’s an emotional wreck right now. He shakes his hand and stands up, grabbing his cell out his back pocket. “Imma go call Ash mom.”

“I can call if you want T.” Mickie offers, now a little more composed. “I know this must be h-“

“I said I’d do it didn’t I?!” He yells, while walking off, and doesn’t even look back. His outburst doesn’t seem to faze Mickie, or anyone, for that matter. No one says anything for what seems like the longest. Finally, Deena, never a big fan of silence, decides to end it.

“I can’t take this silence.” She shakes her head, grabs the remote, and flips the TV on.

“…….Singer Trey Songz and a man by the name of Brian Palmer are said to be the victims of Chris Brown’s brutal assault. They are both reportedly in ICU and in critical condition. Due to a ‘concern for their safety’ both men have requested to be taken to a different hospital than the one Brown is currently at. Witnesses say the attack wasn’t without cause and that Songz apparently hit Brown’s wife, singer Lala, while Palmer threw a glass bottle at her. A bloodied Lala was last seen entering a car and is reported to be at Cedars-Sinai hospital with Brown, Rappers Drake and Tyga, and their girlfriends along with several other close friends. Rapper Tyga’s girlfriend, upcoming model Ashley Barnes, is the alleged sole shooting victim but nothing has been confir-“

“Okay.” Dee Dee sighs, shutting the TV off. “Maybe silence isn’t so bad after all.”

Nix scowls. “Don’t these people have anything better to do than to pry in other people’s personal lives?”

“Clearly not.” Mijo shakes his head and looks as the Lala’s nurse along with a <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/aceshowbiz_tv_70560_00025357.jpg" target="_blank">man and woman</a> approach the group. <strong> (A/N: In the criminal justice system…. LOL.)</strong>

“I’m sorry to bother you with this.” The nurse apologizes. “I understand this must be an extremely difficult time for all of you, but-”

“Thank you Ms.-“ The man interrupts. “We can take it from here.” The nurse nods, flashes everyone else a sympathetic smile before walking off. The man turns his attention back to the group of young adults. “Hi, I’m Detective Stabler and this is my partner.” He motions toward the woman.

She steps forward. “Detective Benson. We work with the LAPD. If it’s possible, we’d like to have a word with-“

“Me right?” Chris scoffs, and tries to move Lala from off his lap, but she won’t bulge.

“All of you actually.” Stabler’s answer surprises everyone. “We’d like to know if maybe you could tell us what happened tonight.”

“What does it look like happened?” Drake asks sharply. “Ashley was shot and Lala was assaulted. Shouldn’t you be questioning the people that did this?”

“We will.” Bensons nods solemnly. “But we think it’s best we get the victims side of the story first.” She sighs. “Plus, it’s somewhat hard to get the deceased to talk.” That definitely catches everyone’s attention.

“No one’s told any of you?” Stabler asks, and takes the groups oblivious facial expressions as a ‘No’. “The man who shot Ms. Barned was found dead, in his car, a couple of blocks away from the club. It appears that he shot himself.”

“Oh my God.” Mickie mumbles.

Tyga finally walks back and joins the group. “I talked to her mom. She and her sister are flying out a couple hours. They should be here by tomorrow morning.” He stops when he sees the two unfamiliar faces. “Who the f*** are they?” He motions to them while looking at Chris.

“Police.” He answers simply, still in shock at what he just heard.

“Ty…” He stands up and carefully approaches his friend. “The guy who shot Ashley-“

“Man don’t bring up that motherf***er!” Tyga snaps. “Unless you telling me his ass is dead, I don’t want to hear s***!”

“He <strong>is</strong> dead man.” Kevin tells him.

Tyga pauses and his angry facial expression drops for a moment. “What?”

Mijo sighs, standing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. “He killed himself.”

Tyga looks around from face to face to make sure they’re serious when an amused smile appears on his face. “Forreal man?” He laughs. “Nigga took the easy way out huh?” He shakes his head and plops down on a chair. “Pussy ass nigga.” The sudden change in
Tyga’s demeanor shocks everyone.

“Ty…” Nix says softly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He shrugs. “Think Imma roll out soon though.”

“What?” Lala asks, looking and sounding stunned. “The hell do you mean you’re leaving? We haven’t even seen Ashley yet.”

He rolls his eyes. “What’s the point? Not like she can hear or see us anyway.”

Mickie shoots up, walks over to him and does something no one would have expected. She slaps him. “What the <strong>f***</strong> is wrong with you? Ashley took that bullet for <em>you</em> and you honestly trying to tell me yo black ass can’t even stay and wait to see her? How can you be so f***ing selfish?!”

Tyga stands up from his seat and narrows his eyes at Mickie before turning his gaze to Drake. “Yo, you better come get your girl Drake. I ain’t for her bulls***.”

“My bulls***?!” Mickie’s eyes widen as Drake comes behind her and attempts to pull her away. “Motherf***er all of this is your fault! You should be the one laying in that hospital bed! Not Ashley!” Everyone can see the pang of hurt flash across Tyga’s face and they can hear the breaking in Mickie’s voice.

“Makayla!” Lala says sharply, walking over to her cousin. “Stop! You and I know damn well that this is not T’s fault-“

“Oh please. “ Mickie rolls her eyes. “You’re no better than him! I bet you didn’t even tell Chris about the text did you?!”
Lala freezes as all eyes fall on her.

Chris comes to stand by her. “Text? What text? What is she talking about Chanel?”

“You didn’t.” Mickie scoffs bitterly, turning her attention towards Chris. “Someone text her with this message basically saying they were going to kill one of you.”

“What?!” Chris yells.

“f*** Makayla!” Lala shoots daggers towards her cousin, before turning to face Chris. “It’s not what it sounds like.”

“Do you still have the text?” Detective Benson asks, as she and Stabler are both fully interested in the conversation.

“Why the f*** didn’t you tell me?!” Chris explodes.

“I didn’t think it was that serious!” She attempts to plead.

“You don’t consider someone threatening to kill us serious?!”

“Would you just give me a chance to explain myself?!” She screams back, feeling her own anger start to rise.

He ignores her and runs his hands through his hair. “I need some air.” He mutters, walking away from his wife.

_FTR_

First update for the day. They’ll be another one too! :D I don’t think I’ll be able to do three. Maybe. I’m gonna try REALLY hard though. #PrayForMe lmao

Oh, and THANK YOU for the COMMENTS! Ya’ll are SO BAD-f***ING-ASS!

Tehe.

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Thanks everyone for reading! :D

cant even imagine how tyga is feeling..i hope ashley pulls through..they need you!!! chris over here beating heads in! so glad he didnt kill nobody tho..and i hope he dont get into trouble even tho both of them n****s deserved it..how brian gon throw a doggone bottle at her like a female!

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Aww Ashley :( I hope she makes it out. I know Tyga is devestated.

Mickie is also super hurt.

Glad LaLa is okay. Chris should've put Brian in a damn hospital >:d

More adds *thumbs up* Run it!!!!

LORD HAVE MERCY. No, no! Ashley is in a coma! She's not doing too good, oh my LORD. I feel so sorry for her, and Tyga too. I bet he kinda resents his self, for whatever reason. Poor guy, probably going through a tough time knowing that the woman he loves is "sleeping for a long time" smh. :( I hope everything works out for the best with Ashley's condition and Lala's too.

I told you Chris would handle his! I told y'all. *fist pumps* if Chris had probably an extra 5 minutes with that nigga, he would have been dead. Lmao, how dare Brian harm her...AGAIN? Wtf was he and Mariah doing there any damn ways? Like sh*t, that city is pretty damned big for there to be more than one fckin' hot spot. -____- shouldn't they asses be looking for a place to stay. DUMBASSES. I hope Lala heals, poor girl has been in the hospital more than she needs to be. :(

And I still don't give a DAAAAAAAAAAAMN, Brian makes me sick.
But yay, more adds tomorrow! Woo!

i think if ashely makes it out of the coma this teach the couples that life is to short and they have to make it wrk because they truthly love one another.... hopes ashely makes it...

Before I read this new add you posted, I'm gonna be nice & say thank you. I was nice enough today to be patient and wait for an add, & you happily blessed me with one. Your such a lifesaver! :D lol, anyways lemme read this new post!

::.Chapter 32.::

*No One’s POV*

The sound of a single gunshot precipitates the chaos that ensues next. The music stops and is replaced by frantic screaming, despondent crying and all-around madness. Lala is frozen. She can see and hear everything that is happening, but is unable to physically move. She watches as Kevin and Mijo attempt to pull Chris off Trey. She feels the people shove past her as they try to make their way out the club. What she doesn’t see is the glass bottle being hurled her way. Actually, she does notice it, but it’s only moments before it reaches her. She reacts as fast as she can. Using her arms, she forms an ‘X’ over her face and shifts her body to the side.

The glass collides with something else before it reaches her, but the shattered jags explode everywhere. She cries out in pain when multiple shards hit her arms. She feels a sudden burning and trickling of a cool liquid leak down her arms. Placing her hands on either side of her arms, she gasps loudly at the sight of her bloody hands.

“Layla!” She looks up to see Mijo, the one who called her, and Kevin approaching. “Come on, we have to get you out of here!” Without even giving her a chance to respond, Mijo picks her up Bridal style as he and Kevin start heading for the door.

Hearing the word ‘Leave’ seems to awaken Lala from her trance. She starts kicking violently, ignoring the pain and bleeding.

“No! Put me down! I’m not leaving them!” She bellows, whipping her head to look in the direction Chris was a minute ago. He’s gone.

Only Trey remains, laying there unconscious as paramedics surround him. “Where’s Chris?! Where’s Ashley?! Where is everyone?! I have to find them! Put me the f*** down Mijo!”

“Lala listen to me!” Kevin screams, over the loud noise. “Ashley…”
He stumbles, still in shock himself. “Ashley’s been shot! She’s being rushed to the hospital now. Everyone else is fine and they’re going to the hospital as well.”

Her eyes start to water as she weakly asks. “Chris?”

“He’s fine. He went after Brian.” Mijo answers.

“What?!” Her eyes widen. “Why would he do that?!”

“Because, that son of a b**** is the one that threw the bottle at you.” Kevin answers, feeling his anger start to boil. The three finally reach the outside of the club.

“Well then we have to go after him! He could get hurt!” She screams, still trying to fight off Mijo.

“Big Pat went to go get him. He’ll be fine Lala. <em>You’re</em> the one who needs help. You’re bleeding harder now. We have to get you to the hospital.” Kevin tells her as they reach the black Escalade and Mijo places her in the back seat.

“Not without Chris! I’m not leaving him!” She still tries to fight, even though she can feel herself getting weaker by the minute. “He needs me!”

Mijo shakes his head, restraining her by her writs. “No, Lala. What he needs is for you to go to the hospital before you bleed your ass to death. You know Pat won’t let anything happen to Chris. He’ll meet you there. This is what he would want and you know it.”

Lala stares helplessly at Mijo and then the club and struggles with what to do. She knows he’s right. Chris would want her to get help. And she can’t deny she needs it. Still, she hates the thought of abandoning him. Realizing she’s wasting time and remembering Ashley, Lala makes up her mind.

“Fine.” She reluctantly gives in. “Let’s go.”

-CONT.-

The tension in the hospital waiting room is so thick; you could slice it with a butter knife. Drake confronts a sobbing Mickie as they both feel extremely blessed that neither of them were harmed, but still feel guilty that Ashley and Lala were. Kevin and Nix sit with each other and so do Deena and Mijo. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Lala had passed out and was immediately rushed into a room. Ashley was also taken straightaway. Tyga just sits alone, away from everyone else, with his head in his hands. He hasn’t spoken a word since their arrival.

About 45 minutes, after Lala arrived, Chris finally made it.

“How are they?” Is all he says. The tone is his voice lets everyone know he’s still irate about the night’s events.

“We don’t have an update on Ashley.” Mijo answers, walking over to his best friend. “And their finishing up with Lala now.”

“Where is she?” Chris’s voice softens a bit, but anyone with any regard for his or her life would realize he’s not one to mess with.

Mijo sighs, already knowing whom he’s talking about. “Down the hall. Second to last room on your right.”

Chris barely gives his friend any time to finish the sentence before he’s heading off in the direction. He almost runs into the nurse leaving her room.

“Who are you?” The nurse questions, eying Chris up and down, and holding her clipboard close to her chest. “Only immediate family members are allowed-.”

Lala suddenly appears behind the nurse. “It’s okay. He’s my husband.” She mumbles, moving past the woman and throwing herself into Chris.

“I see.” The nurse flashes the couple a small smile before walking off.

When Chris doesn’t return his embrace, Lala pulls back and stares up at him with a hurt expression. “What’s wrong?”

He hesitantly runs his hands over her arms. The multiple cuts start at her shoulders and extend down to her elbow. Two of them are relatively large and he can see she’s had stitches. The rest look as if they’ve been sealed with skin adhesive. He then moves his hand up to her face, carefully caressing her cheek. He traces the outline of the forming bruise, but stops when she winces in pain. He notices she’s no longer in the same dress she had on at the club. Instead, she’s wearing a simple white tank and jeans and her hair is pulled up in a messy bun.

“I should have killed him.” Chris mutters, feeling his temper rise as he realizes the extent of Lala’s injuries.

“I should kill <em>you</em> for doing something so stupid.” She scowls. “Don’t you ever pull some s*** like that again Chris. You could have been seriously hurt or even killed!”

“What was I supposed to do Chanel?” He questions, trying not to lose his temper….again. “Just let those motherf***ers treat you like you some damn punching bag? Naw, f*** that s***. I’ll be damned if I let someone put they hands on you and just walk away like s*** ain’t happened. They <strong>deserved</strong> it.”

“But-“ She doesn’t get a chance to finish, because his lips are on hers. His arms wrap around her waist and he’s careful not to make much physical contact with her injuries. His right hand cups the left and uninjured side of her face. Her eyes close and his thumb wipes away the tear that manages to escape.

“Ashley.” The both of them turn around at the sound of Mickie’s voice. She looks horrible. Her eyes are red and puffy and her lips are shivering.

“What is it Mickie?” Lala asks her, almost not wanting to hear what she has to say. She can already it’s not good news.

“She…” Mickie bites her lip. “She just got out of surgery.”

“Surgery?” Chris questions, moving closer to his wife.

“The bullet….was lodged deep in her stomach. They had to perform an emergency surgery…..it’s bad Lala.”

“Oh God.” Lala swallows back a sob. There’s more. She can tell. “What else Mickie?”

The green-eyed young woman hesitates. “She’s in a coma Lala….” Mickie doesn’t even try to hold in the tears anymore. “They don’t even know when….or if she’s going to wake up.”

_FTR_

Wow. What is this? An update before 3am? Lol. Jk.

I don't know why the last add posted twice. O.o Sorry for the let down Tia! :( lol

Please don’t be mad at me. I’m actually being nice. I had originally intended for Mickie to be the one who got shot...and hers was going to be fatal.

Let's just hope that's not the case with Ashley. #AmbyAin'tSayings***ThoughSoDon'tEvenBotherAsking

Keep speculating though. I like hearing what ya'll think is going to happen.

On a more positive note, I’m going to have a lot of free time tomorrow so I’m hoping to have at least two adds up tomorrow and BEFORE midnight. Lol Three would be even better. I’ll try to get in as many as I can.

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BEAT THAT ASS LALA!!!! Get some hits in for me too girl! And you too Chris! I know Chris prolly finna kill that nigga! tf he hit her for? I wish a nigga WOULD hit me! I prolly kill somebody! Yall would see my mug shot on CNN for either murder or attempted murder! But ok this night is just going from bad to worse! First, everybody gettin drunk and s***! Talkin in damn, different languages and s*** lmaooooo too funny! Then lil hoes wanna show up and talk s***, bringin up the past and s***!! THEEEEEEN the ex wanna show up, callin you baby and s*** like he just got you! THEEEEEEN niggas wanna hit you?! THEEEEEEN niggas wanna shoot?! Hell naaw! I hope that Ashley didn't get shot or ANYBODY for that matter! Because bullets have no names! And I wanna know who the hell shot anyway! Shootin in a damn club full of people! Crazy ass people! And ughhh I was so HAPPY when I saw two adds but after I read the first one, I realized that you had just posted twice...... -__- ughhhh ANYWAAAAAY add soooooooon.

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OOOOO SNAP!! wHATS bOUT to happen next... trey slapping layla...hmm chris gon whoop dat... hmm RUN IT!!

now that was some drama for yo mama!..wait i need some time to process all of this lol..sooo trey her ex is now famous she bumps into him..she gets into a fight wit erica who goes poppin of at the mouth abt one of the most hurtful things that anybody could bring up to her..all while chris is over ther arguing with brian and mariah..and ashley gets shot!!!!! aww hell..this meet up at the club idea was not a good one at all..i hope ashley is ok

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lol i was cry laughin at that video!!! ha ha hilarious

ok now let me go read the adds now..i know they finna be good..and filled with drama lol

Everybody in the club getting' tipsy, ah, ah, fettin' tipsy. Wtf? Everybody has to just show up at he club tonight the day they do, wow. Can't believe that Erica and other slut to stare & talk about her, clearly she probably slept with Chris a while ago when they were having rough times, I hope not recently. Smh, stupid ass. But anyways, how would he possibly tell another woman about the death of his child to feel comfort and then f*** her, DF? That's what he should have been doing long time ago during the rough patches with his WIFE, his WIFE, Chanel. And Trey magically appears? Awl Damn. Bad news! & he slapped her, why is everyone beating on Lala? Poor girl, I don't care what y'all say, my instinct believes Lala is pregnant, o____o & yay! Chris came to her rescue, yahoo! But damn, he was handling his business beforehand tho, Wtf do Brian and Mariah want now? Hotel Brown is closed! Damn! & a gunshot?! What happened to Ashley?! Lord, let her be alright, hopefully she dodged out the way. Someone help Lala, get everyone some help!

ALL HELL HAS BROKE OUT.

Tyga and Drake would just move in like that, lol.

Mm, Trey -___- I know he didn't slap LaLa. Chris better whoop his a**!

Lol @ DeeDee (:

I hope Ashley is okay. That'll probably make Tyga realize that he needs to talk to her because things like that can happen quick and you won't even have the chance to say the things you need to say to someone.

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::.Chapter 31.::

*Lala POV*

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” I groan, flopping onto my bed.

“You and me both.” Chris agrees, flopping down next to me.

“How long has it been?”

“Three days.” He answers, starring up at the ceiling.

“Oh God.” I feel like crying. “That’s it? It feels like months.” Years actually. “Any progress?”

“Nothing.” He glances at me. “You?”

“Same.”

It’s only been three f***ing days since the big blowout between Mickie, Drake, Tyga and Ashley and it’s been nothing but hell for Chris and I. Drake and Ty keep have practically moved in and are getting on Chris’s everlasting nerve with their constant complaining about my girls. Speaking of them, I am this close to clicking on the both of them. If I’m not by Mickie’s place listening to her bawl over Drake, than I’m at Ashley’s listening to her declare her hate, love, and then more hate for Tyga.

“Are you sure you can’t convince Ashley and Mickie to just-“

“Ashley has taken up boxing Chris.” I cut him off.

He looks at me strangely. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“She knocked the bag clean off the hook.” Chris’s eyes go wide. “And she wasn’t even wearing boxing gloves!” I sigh and use my forearms as a means of holding my body up. “Mickie spends her time switching back and forth between crying, eating, crying some more and then eating even more.” I shake my head. “Do Ty and Drake miss
them at all?”

He looks at me as if I’m crazy. “f*** yeah. Them nigga’s just too stubborn to admit to it.”

“Lele and Mickie are the same way. I keep trying to talk some sense into them but they’re just so…so..”

“Headstrong.” He chuckles.

“Yes!” I yell with more energy than I intended too. “God! If only we could just get them to meet and talk without them knowing what’s really up.”

“What if we could?” Chris states with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I’m listening.” I turn on my side to face him.

“What if the three of you went out clubbing?” I widen my eyes, signaling for him to continue. “And we just so happened to be there at the same time.”

“I don’t know Chris….” I bite my lip. “Don’t you think the club is a bit too…I don’t know…public?”

“Well where else are they supposed to meet?” He questions. “We can’t get them to meet each other in person. I think the club is the best place to go.”

“What if something goes down?”

“We’ll be there to mediate.”

I contemplate his proposal for a few seconds before giving in. I miss spending time with Chris. “Fine, but on one condition.”

“Of course there is.” He sucks his teeth, but he’s not mad. “What is it?”

“You have to stay sober.” s***. He’s about to protest. “And don’t even try to argue with me. You know how you get when you’re drunk Chris. You’re no better than Ashley and the rest of them.”

“Chanel….” He groans, lying on his back. “I don’t know bae…..”

An idea crosses my mind. Smirking, I jump on top of him and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I can make it worth your while.”

His hands grip my hips and I can feel his erection between my legs. He returns my smirk. “What time should we get there?”

-CONT.-

The club is LIVE. Crazy crowded though. More people than I was expecting, but being VIP has it’s perks. It wasn’t that hard to convince Ashley and Mickie to come. However, I wasn’t counting on them inviting <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/35169_133296910038691_100000751471825_150276_4109934_n.jpg" target="_blank">Dee Dee</a> and <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/meagan-good-4.jpg" target="_blank">Nix</a>. Albeit, it was a generally good surprise. It’s nice to have a girls night out.

The club has two VIP sections and that is where Drake and the guys are. Apparently, Mijo and Kevin decided to join as well.

“b****es.” Dee Dee laughs, good and drunk. “You need to stop worrying about them motherf***ers and empezar a vivir su vida para usted.”

“Mmm mm!” Nix shakes her head, rolling her eyes glossy. “Please don’t start that el taco bell s*** cause you know we don’t understand a damn thing you saying. Translation please.”

“I…I…” She stumbles before throwing her head back in laughter. “s***. I don’t know what the f*** I was saying.”

“Maybe you should lay back on the drinking for a little while….” Mickie reaches to grab her cup from her.

Dee Dee slaps her hand away. “b**** don’t be touching my s***. You just mad cause you can’t get none. Ain’t my fault that Drizzy and his Mandingo done got yo ass preggo.” She laughs again until her lips start to tremble and tears start leaking out her eyes.

“Girl!” Ashley, already a little tipsy herself, yells. “What the hell is wrong with your bipolar ass now?”

Dee Dee pouts. “I want a Mandingo too.” She cries, but all the rest of us laugh, except for Mickie who looks slightly embarrassed.

“Can we please change the subject?” She mumbles. Her cheeks are as red as a tomato. “I really don’t feel like talking about my man’s…..Mandingo with ya’ll crazy broads.” She laughs and I smile inwardly. That’s the first time she’s referred to Drake as her man in the last three days. PROGRESS.

“Okay.” Nix smirks evilly and then turns to look at me. “We can talk about Breezy’s d***.”

“Ooh yes Praise!” Dee Dee’s hand shoots up and she waves it in a religious type manner. “The Lord has blessed that man in mighty <strong>mighty</strong> ways.”

“Oh my God.” I mutter, burying my face into my hands. “You guys are f***ing sick.” I can practically feel my face turning red.

“Lala, ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about.” Ashley laughs, taking a swish of her wine. “Ain’t no shame in Chris’s game. Nigga working that thang.”

I look up to say something when I notice Mickie mean mugging someone. I look in the direction of what or who she’s looking at. It takes me a second to recognize who it is, but I eventually realize it’s <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/KD-LIV.jpg" target="_blank">Erica</a> and some other <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/honey-cocaine-wearing-air-jordan-6-black-infrared-1.jpg" target="_blank">b****</a> I don’t recognize. Even though, they’re seated some distance away, you can tell they’re talking s*** about us.

Ashley, Dee Dee and Nix look in the direction of the two b****es and return the glares.

“I don’t know what the f*** they looking at.” Lele says, starring straight at them. “But they better mind they own Goddamn business before I put the beat down on both they fake asses.”

“Girl, they not even worth it.” I shake my head, getting up and straightening my dress. “I’m gonna go get another water bottle.” I walk over to the bar and request several bottles. I have a feeling we’re going to be here a while.

“Sup baby.” Oh.My.Gosh. It’s official. God hates me. Hesitantly, and I do mean <strong>very</strong> hesitantly, I turn around.

“What the f*** do you want <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/treybday-1.jpg" target="_blank">Trey</a>?” I spit at him harshly. I’ve been hearing rumors that a new artist by the name of ‘Trey Songz’ was making a mark in the music world. Deep down, I knew it was Tremaine, as in my ex, but I talked myself into believing otherwise. And now, he’s standing in front of me.

“Oh, I’m great. Thanks for asking. And yourself?” He says sarcastically, scanning his eyes down my body. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have gone with this <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/1278249765nicki_newvideo11.jpg" target="_blank">outfit</a>. “You look…..amazing Layla.”

“I know.” I reply arrogantly, turning around so my back’s toward him. He then moves to stand in front of me. I roll my eyes and turn my body so it’s facing the bar.

“Layla-“

“I have nothing to say to you Trey. You’re wasting your time standing here and trying to hit me up. Besides, I’m <strong>happily</strong> married. Okay? So get lost.”

“To Chris right? Yeah, I heard.” He scoffs. “Where is he by the way?”

“Oh, he’s around. Trust that he’s around. So, once again, get the f*** away from me.” The waiter returns with my waters and I turn to walk away, but not before telling him. “Wouldn’t want a repeat of our last encounter.”

“Girl, please tell that was not who I think it was.”

“Okay, I won’t.” I respond to Nix. “But it was.” I realize Mickie and Ashley are missing. “Where did M and A go?”

“Oh!” Dee Dee yells, laughing at only God knows what. “Apparently, Tyga and Drake and Chris and some <em>fine</em> brothers you need to hook a sista up with, are here.”

I roll my eyes. Dee Dee, when she’s drunk, makes for some hilarious conversations. I pull out my phone and see I have a missed text from Chris.

<strong>Tf Chanel? A little warning would have been nice. -_-</strong>

f***. I was supposed to text him when we were going to ‘coincidentally’ run into him.

<strong>Sorry baby. Just had a…not so pleasant, blast 4rm the past.</strong>

<strong>???</strong>

<strong>Trey is here</strong>

I swear, I think his reply comes in less than 5 seconds.

<strong>Get over here. Now.</strong>

“What’s up?” Nix asks me.

“We’re gonna go by Chris.”

The three of us gather our things, leave our money on the table and head for the other VIP section. Unfortunately, we have to pass by the table with Erica and irrelevant any who. And they’re STILL talking s*** and I don’t know what comes over me but I approach the table.

“What the f*** is your problem?” I demand, crossing my arms.

“Excuse me?” Erica asks, matching my tone.

“b**** are you slow?” Nix sneers. “She said what the f*** is your problem?” It takes everything in me not to laugh. Nix speaks with simple hand gestures and a slowed tone as if Erica really was special.

“Erica was just telling me about the night her and Chris slept together.” The nameless hoe smirks. I feel my body tense up.

“Come on ya’ll.” I motion for us to leave when Erica’s next sentence stops me dead in my track.

“You know he told me that he blamed you for what happened to your baby.”

I turn around and charge up to her, my hands already formed into tiny fists. “You’re lying.” I hiss dangerously.

“Oh please. You know I’m right.” She narrows her eyes. “He said that he couldn’t bear the site of you. Because every time he saw you? All he could think about was the image of his child that <strong>you</strong> let die and-“ The sound of my fist colliding with her face silences her. I knock her down with so much force, she flings back against the table. Grabbing her by her hair, I use her body as a way to knock down the objects are on top of the table. I jump on top of her and bang her head into the table. I alternate between banging, punching, and any other type of physical pain I can inflict upon her. Using my peripheral vision, I can see Nix and Dee Dee handling her friend. I also see something else that <em>really</em> catches my eye. The section where everyone else is. There’s something going on. I see arguing, but it’s not between Drake and Mickie or Tyga and Ashley. It’s between Chris and some guy who has a girl standing beside him. Moving my head to the side, so I can get a better look. I see that it’s Brian and Mariah. What the hell?!

I’m caught off guard. Big mistake. I hiss in pain when someone grabs my by my hair, yanks me off the table and subsequently Erica. Their grip on my hair is painful because they are pulling from the roots.

The person spins me around and I’m face to face with a furious Trey. “What the f*** is wrong with you Layla?!” He screams, before doing something I’d never thought he would do. He hits me. Slaps me. Hard. My teeth collide with the inside of my mouth. I can feel the salty taste of blood filling my mouth

It takes me a few seconds to register what just happened, but when I’m do. I’m pissed. I raise up my hand to strike him back, but a body moving in front of me, gently pulling me away, before jumping on Trey cuts me to it. It’s Chris. He starts to pummel Trey. Mercilessly. He continues to rain blow on top of bow on Trey until a different ‘Blow’ sound fills the club. The sound of a gunshot. That’s not what scary though. What scares me is, who the scream that erupts from Tyga’s mouth, is for. I feel my heart start to drop.

“ASHLEY!”

_FTR_

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RUN IT

::.Chapter 31.::

*Lala POV*

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” I groan, flopping onto my bed.

“You and me both.” Chris agrees, flopping down next to me.

“How long has it been?”

“Three days.” He answers, starring up at the ceiling.

“Oh God.” I feel like crying. “That’s it? It feels like months.” Years actually. “Any progress?”

“Nothing.” He glances at me. “You?”

“Same.”

It’s only been three f***ing days since the big blowout between Mickie, Drake, Tyga and Ashley and it’s been nothing but hell for Chris and I. Drake and Ty keep have practically moved in and are getting on Chris’s everlasting nerve with their constant complaining about my girls. Speaking of them, I am this close to clicking on the both of them. If I’m not by Mickie’s place listening to her bawl over Drake, than I’m at Ashley’s listening to her declare her hate, love, and then more hate for Tyga.

“Are you sure you can’t convince Ashley and Mickie to just-“

“Ashley has taken up boxing Chris.” I cut him off.

He looks at me strangely. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“She knocked the bag clean off the hook.” Chris’s eyes go wide. “And she wasn’t even wearing boxing gloves!” I sigh and use my forearms as a means of holding my body up. “Mickie spends her time switching back and forth between crying, eating, crying some more and then eating even more.” I shake my head. “Do Ty and Drake miss
them at all?”

He looks at me as if I’m crazy. “f*** yeah. Them nigga’s just too stubborn to admit to it.”

“Lele and Mickie are the same way. I keep trying to talk some sense into them but they’re just so…so..”

“Headstrong.” He chuckles.

“Yes!” I yell with more energy than I intended too. “God! If only we could just get them to meet and talk without them knowing what’s really up.”

“What if we could?” Chris states with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I’m listening.” I turn on my side to face him.

“What if the three of you went out clubbing?” I widen my eyes, signaling for him to continue. “And we just so happened to be there at the same time.”

“I don’t know Chris….” I bite my lip. “Don’t you think the club is a bit too…I don’t know…public?”

“Well where else are they supposed to meet?” He questions. “We can’t get them to meet each other in person. I think the club is the best place to go.”

“What if something goes down?”

“We’ll be there to mediate.”

I contemplate his proposal for a few seconds before giving in. I miss spending time with Chris. “Fine, but on one condition.”

“Of course there is.” He sucks his teeth, but he’s not mad. “What is it?”

“You have to stay sober.” s***. He’s about to protest. “And don’t even try to argue with me. You know how you get when you’re drunk Chris. You’re no better than Ashley and the rest of them.”
“Chanel….” He groans, lying on his back. “I don’t know bae…..”

An idea crosses my mind. Smirking, I jump on top of him and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I can make it worth your while.”

His hands grip my hips and I can feel his erection between my legs. He returns my smirk. “What time should we get there?”

-CONT.-

The club is LIVE. Crazy crowded though. More people than I was expecting, but being VIP has it’s perks. It wasn’t that hard to convince Ashley and Mickie to come. However, I wasn’t counting on them inviting Dee Dee and Nix. Albeit, it was a generally good surprise. It’s nice to have a girls night out.

The club has two VIP sections and that is where Drake and the guys are. Apparently, Mijo and Kevin decided to join as well.

“b****es.” Dee Dee laughs, good and drunk. “You need to stop worrying about them motherf***ers and empezar a vivir su vida para usted.”

“Mmm mm!” Nix shakes her head, rolling her eyes glossy. “Please don’t start that el taco bell s*** cause you know we don’t understand a damn thing you saying. Translation please.”

“I…I…” She stumbles before throwing her head back in laughter.

“s***. I don’t know what the f*** I was saying.”

“Maybe you should lay back on the drinking for a little while….” Mickie reaches to grab her cup from her.

Ashley slaps her hand away. “b**** don’t be touching my s***. You just mad cause you can’t get none. Ain’t my fault that Drizzy and his Mandingo done got yo ass preggo.” She laughs again until her lips start to tremble and tears start leaking out her eyes.

“Girl!” Ashley, already a little tipsy herself, yells. “What the hell is wrong with your bipolar ass now?”

Dee Dee pouts. “I want a Mandingo too.” She cries, but all the rest of us laugh, except for Mickie who looks slightly embarrassed.

“Can we please change the subject?” She mumbles. Her cheeks are as red as a tomato. “I really don’t feel like talking about my man’s…..Mandingo with ya’ll crazy broads.” She laughs and I smile inwardly. That’s the first time she’s referred to Drake as her man in the last three days. PROGRESS.

“Okay.” Nix smirks evilly and then turns to look at me. “We can talk about Breezy’s d***.”

“Ooh yes Praise!” Dee Dee’s hand shoots up and she waves it in a religious type manner. “The Lord has blessed that man in mighty

<strong>mighty</strong> ways.”

“Oh my God.” I mutter, burying my face into my hands. “You guys

are f***ing sick.” I can practically feel my face turning red.
“Lala, ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about.” Ashley laughs, taking a swish of her wine. “Ain’t no shame in Chris’s game. Nigga working that thang.”

I look up to say something when I notice Mickie mean mugging someone. I look in the direction of what or who she’s looking at. It takes me a second to recognize who it is, but I eventually realize it’s Erica and some other b**** I don’t recognize. Even though, they’re seated some distance away, you can tell they’re talking s*** about us.

Ashley, Dee Dee and Nix look in the direction of the two b****es and return the glares.

“I don’t know what the f*** they looking at.” Lele says, starring straight at them. “But they better mind they own Goddamn business before I put the beat down on both they fake asses.”

“Girl, they not even worth it.” I shake my head, getting up and straightening my dress. “I’m gonna go get another water bottle.” I walk over to the bar and request several bottles. I have a feeling we’re going to be here a while.

“Sup baby.” Oh.My.Gosh. It’s official. God hates me. Hesitantly, and I do mean <strong>very</strong> hesitantly, I turn around.
“What the f*** do you want Trey?” I spit at him harshly. I’ve been hearing rumors that a new artist by the name of ‘Trey Songz’ was making a mark in the music world. Deep down, I knew it was Tremaine, as in my ex, but I talked myself into believing otherwise. And now, he’s standing in front of me.
“Oh, I’m great. Thanks for asking. And yourself?” He says sarcastically, scanning his eyes down my body. Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have gone with this outfit. “You look…..amazing Layla.”
“I know.” I reply arrogantly, turning around so my back’s toward

him. He then moves to stand in front of me. I roll my eyes and
turn my body so it’s facing the bar.

“Layla-“

“I have nothing to say to you Trey. You’re wasting your time standing here and trying to hit me up. Besides, I’m <strong>happily</strong> married. Okay? So get lost.”
“To Chris right? Yeah, I heard.” He scoffs. “Where is he by the way?”

“Oh, he’s around. Trust that he’s around. So, once again, get the f*** away from me.” The waiter returns with my waters and I turn to walk away, but not before telling him. “Wouldn’t want a repeat of our last encounter.”

“Girl, please tell that was not who I think it was.”

“Okay, I won’t.” I respond to Nix. “But it was.” I realize Mickie and Ashley are missing. “Where did M and A go?”

“Oh!” Dee Dee yells, laughing at only God knows what. “Apparently, Tyga and Drake and Chris and some <em>fine</em> brother you need to hook a sista up with, are here.”

I roll my eyes. Dee Dee, when she’s drunk, makes for some hilarious conversations. I pull out my phone and see I have a missed text from Chris.

<strong>Tf Chanel? A little warning would have been nice. -_-</strong>
f***. I was supposed to text him when we were going to ‘coincidentally’ run into him.
<strong>Sorry baby. Just had a…not so pleasant, blast 4rm the past.</strong>
<strong>???</strong>
<strong>Trey is here</strong>

I swear, I think his reply comes in less than 5 seconds.
<strong>Get over here. Now.</strong>

“What’s up?” Nix asks me.

“We’re gonna go by Chris.”

The three of us gather our things, leave our money on the table and head for the other VIP section. Unfortunately, we have to pass by the table with Erica and irrelevant any who. And they’re STILL talking s*** and I don’t know what comes over me but I approach the table.

“What the f*** is your problem?” I demand, crossing my arms.
“Excuse me?” Erica asks, matching my tone.

“b**** are you slow?” Nix sneers. “She said what the f*** is your problem?” It takes everything in me not to laugh. Nix speaks with simple hand gestures and a slowed tone as if Erica really was special.

“Erica was just telling me about the night her and Chris slept together.” The nameless hoe smirks. I feel my body tense up.

“Come on ya’ll.” I motion for us to leave when Erica’s next sentence stops me dead in my track.

“You know he told me that he blamed you for what happened to your baby.”

I turn around and charge up to her, my hands already formed into tiny fists. “You’re lying.” I hiss dangerously.

“Oh please. You know I’m right.” She narrows her eyes. “He said that he couldn’t bear the site of you. Because every time he saw you? All he could think about was the image of his child that <strong>you</strong> let die and-“ The sound of my fist colliding with her face silences her. I knock her down with so much force, she flings back against the table. Grabbing her by her hair, I use her body as a way to knock down the objects are on top of the table. I jump on top of her and bang her head into the table. I alternate between banging, punching, and any other type of physical pain I can inflict upon her. Using my peripheral vision, I can see Nix and Dee Dee handling her friend. I also see something else that <em>really</em> catches my eye. The section where everyone else is. There’s something going on. I see arguing, but it’s not between Drake and Mickie or Tyga and Ashley. It’s between Chris and some guy who has a girl standing beside him. Moving my head to the side, so I can get a better look. I see that it’s Brian and Mariah. What the hell?!

I’m caught off guard. Big mistake. I hiss in pain when someone grabs my by my hair, yanks me off the table and subsequently Erica. Their grip on my hair is painful because they are pulling from the roots.

The person spins me around and I’m face to face with a furious Trey. “What the f*** is wrong with you Layla?!” He screams, before doing something I’d never thought he would do. He hits me. Slaps me. Hard. My teen collide with the inside of my mouth. I can feel the salty taste of blood filling my mouth

It takes me a few seconds to register what just happened, but when I’m do. I’m pissed. I raise up my hand to strike him back, but a body moving in front of me, gently pulling me away, before jumping on Trey cuts me to it. It’s Chris. He starts to pummel Trey. Mercilessly. He continues to rain blow on top of bow on Trey until a different ‘Blow’ sound fills the club. The sound of a gunshot. That’s not what scary though. What scares me is, who the scream that erupts from Tyga’s mouth, is for. I feel my heart start to drop.

“ASHLEY!”

_FTR_

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RUN IT