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All I Have.

Hey guys!!
I have decided to post my new story here....hope you enjoy.
Inspiration: India Shawn- All I have.
Never has a song resonated so strongly within me that I named a story after it.....I promise you guys that it won't really correspond to the lyrics...think of this story as my interpretation of the song.....
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Heaven ain't got no baggage claim………..

She walked into the church, hoping for a hot plate, and maybe some salvation. She silently celebrated; it would be a month since she got clean.

<a
href="http://photos.posh24.com/p/1761307/z/hot_news/chris_brown_blonde_hair_leathe.jpg">Chris</a> sat with his friends, serving the poor. This would be the first year he would be doing this since his sister left….
He hated these addicts, because he believed they were selfish.

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She could feel the condescension in his demeanor as the mashed potatoes dropped onto her plate. Their eyes met soon after.

He’d never seen eyes so green in his life. They were breathtaking. He soon snapped out of it and scowled at her, saying,
“There are other people waiting.”
“Do we have a problem?”
“Bit-”
The trey came flying at his face. He couldn't move out of the way fast enough. The pastor of the church held her back as her anger boiled over.

“Honey, you have to calm down…..”
She continued to try and fight out of his grip. Her fuse was much shorter these days, partly because of the disappointments that led her here, and partly because of the stares and the name-calling she had to endure.
“YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”
The once boisterous room was filled with silence. Her eyes burned emerald as she stared at him. She broke out from the old man’s grip and stormed out of the church.

She heard the Christmas carolers down the street, and walked towards them, in the direction of the women's shelter. She didn't make it there though, because the cops apprehended her for aggravated assault.
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Chris walked into his gallery, greeting all of the people who came out to support him. The manager of the gallery greeted him and informed him that someone wanted to buy a <a
href="https://distilleryimage0.s3.amazonaws.com/f7824b0cf2df11e1957d22000a1e88b6_7.jpg">painting</a>. He was stunned to see who it was.

Her emerald eyes stared back at him. He could never read them. He held his hand out for her to shake it and she did something that surprised him. <a
href="http://cdn.urbanislandz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Rihanna-new-long-red-hair.jpg">She</a> smiled, illuminating the room in the process. People started to make the connection between her and the painting. A crowd began to form around the two, and she spoke for the first time since their encounter. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and stared intently at the photo.

“How much?”
“It’s not for sale.”
“hmmmm…”
She thought for a second, mulling over what he just told her. Then she turned and looked at him.
They stared at each other for several moments. Cameras began to flash , and she stood next to the painting, smiling for the gallery’s patrons. She walked away from the crowd when the muscles in her face got tired. People watched her move away, and he studied her. She called the manager over and bought a different <a
href="http://cdn.necoleb****ie.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Chris-Brown-Art-Exhibit-2.jpg">piece</a> instead. He was stuck in his position, surprised to say the least. When she went to walk out of the gallery is when he ran after her.

“Hey!” She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. She started walking backwards as he caught up to her. No words were spoken while they walked down the block. He spoke first.
“Do you need a ride?”
“The subway’s right there.” She pointed out ahead of her and low and behold, it was. His bodyguard caught up to him, and annoyance replaced his calm features. She studied him for a moment, as he was enveloped in conversation.

He turned around to say something to her, but she’d already disappeared down the stairs. He felt the train rumble beneath his feet soon after. He stormed past his security and ordered his driver to take him home.
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Correction...
<a
href="http://girltalk247.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/christy-teigen-jasmine-sanders-true-religion-03.jpg">Amber</a> straddled her, grabbing the cigarette from her lover’s lips.

<a
href="http://cdn04.cdn.thesuperficial.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/17/rihanna-smoking-blunt-0117-32-435x580.jpg">She</a> laid on her couch, smoking a spliff. She stared at the portrait of <a
href="http://cdn.pastemagazine.com/www/articles/Bob_Marley.jpg">Bob Marley</a> sitting on the wall across from her.
There was a knock at her door. She walked over to it, not really caring about the joint sticking from her mouth. <a
href="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/c0.0.403.403/p403x403/198682_356267961134481_410855156_n.jpg">She</a> stood on the other side. A smile formed across her lips before their lips crashed.

Hours later, they laid in her bed, smoking and talking and laughing. Esperanza would always love her, because there was never any confusion as to where they stood….most of the time. <a
href-"http://girltalk247.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/christy-teigen-jasmine-sanders-true-religion-03.jpg">Amber</a> straddled her, grabbing the cigarette from her lover’s lips.

“I missed you.”
“You did?” She smiled widely.
“Don’t start feelin yaself, b****.”

Esperanza chuckled.
“I’m feelin myself, huh?” She ran her hands up and down Amber’s back, staring at her.
“Yes you are.”
There was silence for a while, until they got horny again.
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Awww I'm happy Ezperansa cut that dope s*** out. At least I hope she did. Chris is obsessed with her, he really wants to find her. I'm glad Ez found something positive to do with her life. She not on the streets no more. Run it!!

When the dresses were finished, she looked at them as a proud parent would and shared a hug with the seamstress, thanking her.
They’d only slept for a couple hours in that whole three day time frame. Now, she had to be at the photo shoot in two hours. She would call out sick from stripping today. The two got ready quickly, and she was on her way.
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He rolled over, and felt the empty space next to him. The faceless woman who he had sex with last night was long gone. He sat up in bed, and reached for the remote, knocking over a magazine in the process. It was open to the last page of the Lady Gaga interview. She was smiling in a picture with curlers in her hair, standing next to her. He noticed those green eyes anywhere. He sat up, reading the article about the ‘new kid on the block’: Esperanza. So that was her name.
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Today, Esperanza would see her sketches come to life. She won the competition, and the magazine sent a seamstress over to her place to put together the looks for the photo shoot in three days. They would definitely be up for the two nights leading up to it.

She signed the lease to her new apartment, and shook hands with the landlord. She looked around at the empty place, her eyes landing on the huge trash bags sitting on the floor. All <a
href="http://x9a.xanga.com/2dae10e555c32277223874/m220867195.jpg">she</a> had were her clothes, and some stolen bed sheets from the motel she called home for the last twelve months. She dug in her purse, pulling out the wads of cash that were sitting in it. She sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor, coming up with a budget for furniture, and other household needs.

Chris sat in the board room, listening to his subordinates put together an advertisement for the new casino he was opening next month. He approved their plans, and ended the meeting early; he had to catch a flight back into the city- it was his mother’s birthday, and he was not gonna miss it.
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2 years later.
<a
href="http://www.fashionfame.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/rihanna-red-hair.jpeg">She</a> sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. Fashion Weekly Magazine was holding a national competition for a stylist who could impress Lady Gaga- the new pop sensation that would be gracing the cover in February. She watched as all of the other stylists walked out of The Office Down The Hall, with their dreams stomped on; the tears apparent in their eyes.
Up until now, she’d picked up work as an exotic dancer. She hated to refer to herself as a stripper, but that’s what she did. When she saw that there was a competition, she decided to put her college degree to good use. Esperanza graduated top ten from The Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising, better known as FIDM. The drug use was in its infancy then…
“ESPERANZA MENDOZA!”
It felt like all the eyes in the room judged her. She only took one anger management class because the counselor was a condescending b****, but right now she wished she could control the anger rising within her. A white girl said something to the tune of:
“Ugly b****….”
Her and her friends got a kick out of the insult, but Esperanza found nothing funny. She would handle that girl later. She walked into the office and noticed Lady Gaga immediately. Gaga had a lollipop in her mouth, looking over Esperanza’s designs.
The editor in chief spoke first.
“We are really impressed by your sketches, Ms. Mendoza.”
“Thanks.” She tried to smile, but that didn’t work; she could never lie to herself about being happy or unhappy.
“What made you join this competition?” She looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on Lady Gaga. The two shared a look, and she looked at the white-haired lady dressed in black.
“……….You looking for a generic answer?”
The woman was surprised.
“No.”
“I went to school for this. I excelled here (she points to her sketches).” The group looked at her, waiting for more to come out of her mouth, but nothing came.
“These sketches look better than what you think of them….” Lady Gaga spoke for the first time since the meeting began. None of the other prospective stylists interviewed heard the star speak. Esperanza would be the first one.
“I-um- thanks…”
The editor spoke again.
“Would you be willing to alter these designs?”
“No.”
Everyone was stunned at her boldness. Gaga spoke again.
“Why would she?”
“Ms. Mendoza, when would you be willing to come back?”
“Whenever you need me to.”
“A week from today. 12 noon.” She nodded and stood up to shake the hands of the editorial staff of the magazine. Gaga held her hand out to be shaken. They stared at each other intensely, understanding.
“I’ll see you then” They let go of each other’s hands.
“I’ll see you..” She walked out soon after.
Esperanza made a bee-line to where the girl was sitting. The girl got nervous and squirmed in her seat. She bent down to next to her, ear level.
“Next time you have something to say, you won't get just a warning....got it?”
The girl quickly nodded as Esperanza patted her on the shoulder before she was on her way. She smiled.
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Chris sat in his study, sipping a glass of scotch. He was nervous as hell; today the art gallery would be opening- a new business venture for Chris, and his true passion. His butler entered the room.
“The car is waiting for you, Mr. Brown.”
Chris nodded, standing up to grab his coat. He really was not used to dressing this <a
href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiBLuQ7tzYg/T6P02QbjeqI/AAAAAAAALGY/VJJfgmX-j60/s1600/143699921.jpg">casual</a>, but it was so comfortable.. That didn’t mean he didn’t miss his suits, though.
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Im glad he dropped the charges. But she is in sooo much pain. I really couldn't do it. But the drugs and its affects are all too real. She needs all the help she can get, even if she won't take it. Run it!!!

<a
href="http://www.fantronomy.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/chris-brown.jpg">Chris</a> walked into the hospital, angry. His family was adamant about his forgiving her for her outburst days ago. This was the downside of being wealthy- he always had to act perfect…Why couldn’t he just be upset? That wasn’t an option though…..The heir and the new President of the Brown Conglomerate had to be a ’charitable’ figure. He had to exude graciousness wherever he went. He regretted calling her out of her name, but she was the same age his sister would’ve been, and he was still mad at her for leaving...

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She was curled up in a ball, tears running down her face. The pain was becoming unbearable, but she would bite the bullet today. She heard the door opening, and buried her head farther in between her legs.

Chris didn’t know what to make of the scene in front of him.

Is she in pain?
Is she withdrawing?
Why aren’t the nurses here?

He walked out of the room, feeling a tinge of emotion for her. He hadn’t FELT in years, so this hit him like a ton of bricks. He took two deep breaths and walked back into the room, sitting in the chair nearest her bed.
“f***….” She mumbled out in pain. She rolled over and saw who was sitting there. He got nervous underneath her glare.
“Look-I’m not gonn-”
“I dropped the charges.”
He could see the thanks in her eyes, but that look was soon replaced.
“I didn’t ask for anything….s***…” She writhed in pain, trying not to let it get the best of her. His heart jumped in his chest, speeding up abruptly. He couldn’t stand to see this. He saw her calm down, and so did he. Her eyes connected with his again.
“You didn’t ask to be called a b**** either.”
There was silence at the end of that statement. He had her full attention again.

“I’m sorry for that.”
She nodded in acceptance, and turned on her side, slowly lifting herself out of the bed. He rushed over to her, and she stared at him like he was crazy.

“Thanks…..” He could see that she was searching for something more to say.
“No prob.” He watched her walk slowly to the bathroom, and lock herself in there. She appeared minutes later, fully dressed. Chris was stunned.

<a
href"http://ayyyy.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Rihanna-Whats-My-Name-681x1024.jpg">She</a> looked down at her threads. The thrift store never failed her. She sucked up the pain, and began her journey out of the room. She needed a cigarette. Chris stopped her, and she looked up at him, slowly moving his hand from around her waist.

“I don’t think you should leave-”
“Move.” Her green eyes intimidated him, so he listened.
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He ran after her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

She didn’t understand why he continued to annoy her. She spun around, holding in her need to scream out in pain.
“I’m not your concern.” He placed his business card in her hand, and walked back to his limo.
“a**hole..” She dropped it into the trashcan nearby, and began the long journey to the shelter.

<a
href="http://www.fantronomy.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/chris-brown.jpg">Chris</a> walked into the hospital, angry. His family was adamant about his forgiving her for her outburst days ago. This was the downside of being wealthy- he always had to act perfect…Why couldn’t he just be upset? That wasn’t an option though…..The heir and the new President of the Brown Conglomerate had to be a ’charitable’ figure. He had to exude graciousness wherever he went. He regretted calling her out of her name, but she was the same age his sister would’ve been, and he was still mad at her for leaving...

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She was curled up in a ball, tears running down her face. The pain was becoming unbearable, but she would bite the bullet today. She heard the door opening, and buried her head farther in between her legs.

Chris didn’t know what to make of the scene in front of him.

Is she in pain?
Is she withdrawing?
Why aren’t the nurses here?

He walked out of the room, feeling a tinge of emotion for her. He hadn’t FELT in years, so this hit him like a ton of bricks. He took two deep breaths and walked back into the room, sitting in the chair nearest her bed.
“f***….” She mumbled out in pain. She rolled over and saw who was sitting there. He got nervous underneath her glare.
“Look-I’m not gonn-”
“I dropped the charges.”
He could see the thanks in her eyes, but that look was soon replaced.
“I didn’t ask for anything….s***…” She writhed in pain, trying not to let it get the best of her. His heart jumped in his chest, speeding up abruptly. He couldn’t stand to see this. He saw her calm down, and so did he. Her eyes connected with his again.
“You didn’t ask to be called a b**** either.”
There was silence at the end of that statement. He had her full attention again.

“I’m sorry for that.”
She nodded in acceptance, and turned on her side, slowly lifting herself out of the bed. He rushed over to her, and she stared at him like he was crazy.

“Thanks…..” He could see that she was searching for something more to say.
“No prob.” He watched her walk slowly to the bathroom, and lock herself in there. She appeared minutes later, fully dressed. Chris was stunned.

<a
href"http://ayyyy.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Rihanna-Whats-My-Name-681x1024.jpg">She</a> looked down at her threads. The thrift store never failed her. She sucked up the pain, and began her journey out of the room. She needed a cigarette. Chris stopped her, and she looked up at him, slowly moving his hand from around her waist.

“I don’t think you should leave-”
“Move.” Her green eyes intimidated him, so he listened.
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He ran after her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

She didn’t understand why he continued to annoy her. She spun around, holding in her need to scream out in pain.
“I’m not your concern.” He placed his business card in her hand, and walked back to his limo.
“a**hole..” She dropped it into the trashcan nearby, and began the long journey to the shelter.

……I hate you so much right now….kelis

Though she’d been a hard drug addict, this was only her second time being arrested. She’d just finished taking her picture, when a police officer motioned for her to follow him to a nearby interrogation room.

Now Ms. Mendoza, it says here that you have a prior here for assault. “Mr. Brown-”
“Who is that?”
“The man you assault-”
“He called me a b****.”
“But he didn’t put his hands on you.”
She stared at him, willing him to get this over with.
“Mr. Brown and his family are willing to drop the charges against you if you decide to take a couple anger management sessions at the church…”

She held her hands out for them to be cuffed.
“I’d rather stay here with the pedophiles.”
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It had been a couple days, and she was still in this holding cell. She wouldn’t budge in her decision to stay there. So far, she’d gotten into a fight with a lesbian who tried to take advantage of her. Her abdomen was disturbingly tender from the punches the woman threw. She started coughing, and she saw the blood on the floor, and she saw darkness.
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She awoke in a panic, trying to take the needles out of her hands. A nurse tried to calm her down, but she was belligerent. She felt the handcuff around her foot, and sighed heavily. She struggled to take the needles out of her arm, feeling like the room was closing in on her.

The doctor, followed by two orderlies came into the room.
“Esperanza, we’re gonna need you to calm down, ok-”
Her hands were shaking.
“GET THIS s*** OUT OF ME.”
“You were severely hur-”
She was an addict. This was too much for her. These needles reminded her of rock bottom, and she needed him to understand that, but he wasn’t. Did he want her to fall into the heroin again? Did he want her to feel how good this morphine felt, and relapse? She started hyperventilating, because she didn’t want to fall back into this dangerous euphoria-this addiction- again. When she realized he wouldn’t honor her wishes, she pulled at the IV, screaming out in pain. They had to sedate her.
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When she woke up again, her hands were free. The nurse was staring back at her.
“I convinced the doctor to take you off of the intravenous medicine, but I’m gonna need you to drink lots of fluids for me, okay?”

Her eyelids heavy, she nodded at the nurse. At least someone understood.

“W-why (she coughs and winces) d-does it hurt?”
“Someone hit you really hard honey (she clears the fallen hairs from Esperanza’s face), and you had a hemo thorax- which is severe bleeding into your abdomen. You feel pain because the large amount of blood in your abdomen has expanded the space between your chest wall and your lungs….. I saw the scars on your arm, (she pauses, nervous to continue)but the fact still remains that you’re in pain, honey…Do you want some med-”

Esperanza nodded ‘no’. Her face read terror. She was so scared of a relapse that she would take the pain.
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omg!! I'm glad this story is being received so well!!!
Adding tonight :)
@LadyParis I know right!!!?? That song is just too good- I had it on repeat after I downloaded it haha

I want to applaud Chris for going to help out, but having a negative attitude is not helping anyway. It takes away from the good. He aint have to be rude. And the girl, just flipped out!! But I can understand why. I just hope she doesn't get in too much trouble. I wonder what her story is, how'd she end up homeless or whatever.

But this song tho!!!! EARGASM!!!!! I love it. Downloading as I type. Lol thank you so much for this. RUN IT!!

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Run it !

ugh why is Chris even there if he hates the ppl?? He wildin' like s***!!

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TF......Chris should get aggravated assalt, i mean you make a girl wanna go back to drugs. He needs to apologize, she been clean for a month! you getting attitudes, ohh that's b****y move Chris!
Run it

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I'm glad you liked the first add :)

Woooooow. this is interesting! Run It!