The Assistant || Chris Brown

Do Better

"When you told me it's over. Ain't no point in being sober. All I wanna do is fade away. I hope that God forgive me. Cause I know you ain't gon' miss me Baby girl, I won't try to say my goodbyes. You ain't gotta shed a tear for me."- Chris Brown

Mike: "Brandon calm down. I'm lookin at her right now. She's in Starbucks." I smirked. This nigga was really irritating my soul.

"Well shit you already know what to do." Brandon said before hanging up. I sighed, putting on my hoody and shades. It was summer and I looked like a total idiot, but whatever. I spotted Kyrie in her usual spot at Starbucks sipping her frappé while using her computer. I felt the blade in my pocket as I approached her 2008 Honda Accord. I purposely threw my old Galaxy on the ground, bending down to pick it up before quickly slashing her tires on the left side. I stuffed the blade in my pocket before looking around to see if anybody noticed. I snatched off my hoody and shades once I made it to my car. Now all there was left to do is wait. Thirty minutes later, Kyrie walked out of Starbucks, texting away on her phone but automatically screamed looking at her tires.

I quickly got out of my car, walking towards her. "Hey Kyrie." She looked at me before glancing at her tires again. "M-mike what are you doing here?" She gasped.

"I was about to go into Starbucks. Everything okay?" I asked innocently. Kyrie ran her fingers through her thick black hair. "No. Somebody just slashed my tires! This shit is fuckin crazy." She cried, dialing away on her phone.

"Is there anything I can help you with. I can take you to a tire place." I suggested as she held her phone to her ear. "Damn Chris why aren't you answering the phone!" She whisper-yelled.

"Kyrie if you need a ride or anything I can give you one. Just let me help." I said. She looked up at me sighing. "Fine. If you can take me to the tire and lube place up the street I'd really appreciate it."

"Alright come on." She followed me back to my car and I opened the door for her to the passenger seat. As I pulled off, I sent Brandon a quick text.

Me: I'm takin her to the tire place now. I've got her right where you want her.
Sent at 3:25 PM

Brandon: Good. Just keep playing the good guy role. We're gonna lay low for awhile cause Michelle getting close to having this baby. After that, it's a wrap.
Received at 3:30 PM

I turned my phone off smiling. That was easy.

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Chris: "Daddy's gonna be back next weekend to get you okay?" I cooed, tickling Royalty. She laughed grabbing my face. I kissed her forehead before giving her to her older half sister Zillah. Nia was burning a hole through my face as I walked out the door. "Chris I need to talk to you." She said following me.

I rolled my eyes before turning around. "What is it now Nia?" I asked. "I'm just letting you know I filed for primary custody of Royalty along with you having only supervised visitation because your too irresponsible to take care of her on your own. And I'm still aiming for the 15,000 a month in child support." Nia replied grimly.

I eyed her crazily. "What the fuck? How you gonna call me an irresponsible parent?! You were irresponsible when you hid the fact that you were pregnant with my seed and kept Royalty outta my life for the first nine months of her life! And I don't need no damn visitation rights. I haven't complained once since learning I was a father. I stepped up to the plate like a man. I'll be seeing you in court. Fuck outta here!" I yelled walking off before I said some more shit that would hurt her feelings. I quickly got in my car, burning off.

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"So what was it that you wanted to talk about? I asked Karrueche as I sat across from her. We met up at a secluded park in L.A to stay away from paparazzi.

"Dang I can't get a hug or nothing?" She scoffed. "I'm sorry. Today just isn't my day." I sighed, thinking about my conversation with Nia earlier. That shit really had me fucked up.

"Is everything okay?" Karrueche asked, scooting closer to me. "Everything's good. But seriously though what's up?" I asked. I was not about to open up to her about my baby mama drama just so she could throw it in my face.

"I see your in a relationship."

I shrugged. "Ok... And?"

"Why Chris? It's not fair. How can you move on that fast from me? And the fact that your the reason why we're over it just-" I held my hand up, cutting her off. "First off. I did everything I could to win you back, and you straight up ignored me. You said you were done with me. What the fuck was I supposed to do?!"

"Wait for me!" Karrueche yelled as tears streamed down her face. "You were supposed to wait until I was ready to take you back."

"I couldn't wait for you. I'm sorry."

"So your over me? You don't love me anymore?" She asked. I remained silent because I knew I still did. As I contemplated her question, I felt her lips over mine, pulling me in even more. I couldn't help but kiss her back remembering the way her lips felt against mine, but then Kyrie's beautiful face flashed in my mind, making me feel guilty. I pushed her away, wiping my mouth.

"I gotta go... I can't do this." I said before leaving her looking dumbfounded.

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Kyrie: "Yes I finally made it to the house. Thank you for helping me out today." I spoke into my phone as I parked my car in Chris's driveway. "No problem. Your still gonna come to my art exhibit next month though right?" Mike asked.

I got out the car slamming my door. "Of course. I owe you one. Anyways I gotta go." I hung up the phone, quickly unlocking the door and rushing inside. I was furious. My car tires had gotten slashed this morning making me even more paranoid. First my apartment gets trashed, now this. Shit wasn't adding up. Then Chris didn't answer any of my calls or texts. I really needed him today and he just went MIA. I stormed upstairs to the bedroom, throwing my bags on the floor. I snatched the balcony door open seeing a shirtless Chris sitting down smoking a cigarette with a bottle of Hennessy in the other hand. I scrunched my nose up at the foul smell. This was my first time seeing him smoke.

"Chris are you okay?" I asked, sitting next to him. He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot red, like he had been crying. I had never seen him like this. I immediately forgot I was mad at him, taking the bottle out of his hand. "Just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong?"

Chris put out the cancer stick. "I'm just a big fuck up I swear." he sighed. I frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"Cause it's true." he snorted. I shook my head. "No it's not. Why you talkin like this?" I asked.

"I still love her." Chris confessed. My heart stopped as I searched his glassy eyes. "You still love who?"

"Karrueche. I'm not over her. Maybe I was using you as a way to get over her." he admitted.

I quickly stood up, feeling like I had been kicked in the stomach. "I'm sorry you feel that way." I rushed out of the room, ignoring Chris calling my name so he wouldn't see me cry. I wasn't about to argue with him about his ex. If that's how he felt then so be it. Only person I was mad at was myself for thinking he was actually serious about me. About us. I was mad at myself for falling so hard just to be let down again. If he wanted Krispy Kreme then whatever. I wasn't gonna trip.

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Don't hate me for this chapter lol..

Nia doin the most...

Karate... No comment

Chris need to G.I.T...

Mike running game...

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Mike in the multimedia...

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