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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?

Comments

ooooweee I wonder what's gone happen

run it, and run it soon lol

Thanks for the replies! They really do motivate me. This is part 1 of a flashback. They'll be consistent throughout the story so you can see how Chris and Layla were before the drama started. Not too much action in this one, but I needed something to start it off. I'm not really feeling this one either, but it's all I could come up with. Don't forget to leave your thoughts.

Lala’s POV

*FLASHBACK*

March 13, 2011

“Remember to lock the doors at exactly 6pm and no later. All you guys have to do is wipe off the tables, wash the dishes, and sweep the floor. I should be back in about an hour. And don’t even think about letting no nappy headed ass lil boys up in here, ya’ll hear me?” My mother,<a href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1142123/0130419950085.jpg" target="_blank">Crystal Wilson</a>, instructs, placing the wad of cash in her purse. Mama owns a small restaurant that specializes in Cajun food since she’s Creole. “Crystal’s” is the only restaurant in Eastern VA that specializes in only Cajun food. Moreover, while business isn’t exactly ‘blooming’, we’re not doing too badly either. We open late on Sunday’s since we have Church and close early because mama likes to drop off the money we made for the week at the bank.

“Yes mam,” I quickly respond. My mom is very beautiful. She stands at 5’6 with long black hair that’s currently curled. Her skin is tan and her eyes are large and light brown. She has a great smile and her face is void of any features that could indicate aging, like wrinkles or lines. For a woman in her late thirties, I can’t front; my mom is hella fine.

“Don’t worry Aunt C,” my cousin and best friend <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZq4AzKJcX4/TMr6Yc8d9KI/AAAAAAAAB0E/L-EzolMrtKc/s1600/katernianew-758803.jpg" target="_blank">Makayla</a> exclaims, smiling wildly, “We got you.”

“Yeah,” my other BFF,<a href="http://www.bourgy.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/hh258-e1299860223581.jpg" target="_blank">Ashley</a> adds, shrugging nonchalantly, “Besides, what could possibly go wrong?”

My mom’s big brown eyes narrow, “I’m serious girls. Don’t play with me. If anything and I do mean anything goes down while I’m gone,” her finger waved towards us, “Imma beat the hell out of all of ya’ll little asses. “ My mom isn’t crazy strict, but it would be wise to heed to her threats, cause she has a temper out of this world.

“We understand.” I reply.

Placing her glasses on her eyes, mama turns around and heads out the door, but not before turning around and reminding us, “Make sure you lock these doors at 6 and not a minute later.”
Ashley smiles, “Yes mam,” she salutes jokingly, earning glares from mama before she leaves.

“Damn,” Makayla, “Mickie,” exclaims, sitting down on one of the tables. “I thought she’d never leave.”

Ashley nods in agreement, “I can’t believe we’re stuck in here cleaning like some damn slaves while everyone who lives in the 757 is probably at Breezy’s concert.”

Mickie groans, “Ugh. Don’t remind me.” She glances at the clock. It’s 5pm and the concert is set to start at 7. We wanted to go since we’re all big fans of Chris, but the tickets were too expensive and it’s an 18 and over concert, which sucks since we’re all seventeen.

“I was supposed to meet my baby daddy,” Ashley pouts.

Mickie laughs, “Please, like Chris would want your crazy ass.”

Ashley smirks, “One word hon, boobs.” She gestures to her ‘C ‘cups.

Mickie rolls her eyes, “Oh please, you just like me. We got big tits but that’s it. Everything else is average sized. If Chris would pick any of us, it’d be Lala.”

“Shut up you guys,” I blush, starting to sweep. I hate when people talk about my body. I got my mama’s hips, booty and D cup boobs. It’s the only thing I got from her really. My face isn’t that pretty, not like Mickie and Ashley at least. Especially my dimples; they make me look deformed. “Get up off ya’ll lazy asses and help me clean.”

Ashley popped in her ‘Fame’ cd and put the whole thing on repeat while we cleaned. We talked and danced while straightening up, but I guess we lost track of time because next thing I know, I hear the welcome ‘ding’ from the entrance. “Hey mama,” I yell out. No response. “Mama?” A beat.

“Hello, is anyone here?” I freeze. Ashley and Mickie’s eyes grow wide as we realize the sound of the voice isn’t my mom. It’s a man’s.

“Oh hell no,” Ashley mouths, “Ya’ll wait here. Imma go get my knife.”

Mickie grabs her arm, “Nu uh, if anyone’s going to get the knife. You think I trust you? Yo ass will probably run out the back door and leave us here to fend four ourselves. I’ll go get it.”

I close my eyes and sigh. My best friends are idiots. “Or we could just go out there and see who it is before ya’ll go all ‘Snapped’ on a possibly innocent man.”

They nod in agreement, “Good idea.”

“Hello?” Another voice yells, it wasn’t the first man, but another one.

Mickie threw her hands up, “Oh Lawd, it’s two of them. I don’t wanna die. Please don’t let me die.”

“Would you shut the f*** up?” I hiss, rubbing my temples with my fingers. “Come on,” I turn to leave out the backroom with Ashley and Mickie closely on my heels. We enter the room to see two large, and I mean HUGE men and two other smaller men with hoodies covering their face. I’m shocked to see that it’s storming like hell outside and that it’s 6:20 and panic realizing we forgot to lock the doors. That’s how they got in. Mama is gonna kill me.

“Um,” I stumble on my words. These guys are f***ing huge. They look like they could be bodyguards. “I’m sorry but we’re closed…” I trail off.

“I know,” One of the giants says, “I saw the sign, but the storm is too bad to drive in so we were wondering if we could chill here until it dies down. All the other stores were locked down already….”

“Ya’ll couldn’t just stop at the Motel across the street,” Ashley muttered, still behind me. One of the smaller hooded guys chucked.
Mickie elbowed her, “Shut the f*** up.”

“What?” Ashley asked, annoyed. She stepped forward and crossed her arms. “No offense, Mr. but why the hell couldn’t ya’ll stop at the Motel across the way?”

The other big guy spoke up this time, “It’s complicated.”

“We got time,” Mickie added.

Giant number 1 sighed, “We’re trying to lay low.”

“Low?” I scrunched my eyebrows, “Why? Ya’ll aren’t running from the law are you?”

“Oh hell to the no,” Ashley yelled, “I told you guys this was a bad idea. Where’s my damn knife? They don’t know. I ain’t trying to go to jail for helping no runaways. ”

“Mam, I assure you. We are not in any illegal trouble.”

“Then why do you have to lay low?” Mickie questions, her eyes narrowed.

One of the hooded guys suddenly steps forward, flipping off his hood, “Because of me.”

“Oh,” Ashley.

“My,” Mickie.

“Gosh,” Me.

The three of us stares in disbelief at the figures standing in front of us.

It’s Chris Brown.

run it!

I love this already.

Its so detailed.

My thing though, if Chris was willing to marry her then why is here out there with other woman?

What did she do wrong?

He has a lot of explaining to do!

Run it