The Assistant || Chris Brown

War For You Part Two

"I'm just a little nigga from a small town. I try to keep a small circle, but the fuck niggas always tryna come around."- Chris Brown

Chris: Pow!

"Aaagghhh!!!!"

My heart plummeted in my chest as Kyrie fell down, blood slowly pouring out of her side. She really had took a bullet for me. I couldn't believe it.

"Dis punk ass shot ha!" August yelled, knocking the gun out of Brandon's hand. I quickly retrieved it, sending a quick one through his knee cap, bringing him down. "Fuuuckkk!!!!" Brandon yelped in pain, as he groped his leg which was now spewing with blood.

"Die slowly bitch!" August spat, pointing the gun to his chest.

Pow!

Brandon choked on his own blood, as we surrounded him watching his life slip away right before our eye's. "Where that nigga Mike?" I questioned looking around. We all turned around to see Mike attempting to leave the warehouse unnoticed. I cocked my gun, aiming at him.

"Keep walking and I swear to God, I'll shoot yo foot off. You'll be the modern day Kunta Kinte." I gritted. Mike threw his hands up in surrender as he slowly turned around, looking like the bitch nigga that he is.

"Please don't shoot me! I'm only 24! I don't wanna die!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. This nigga wasn't about that life at all. "Shut allat cryin shit up befo' we give yo punk ass somethin ta cry about." August smirked.

"Give me one good reason why I should spare your life right now especially since you played a key role in this whole situation?" I asked, never pulling my finger from the trigger. "I didn't know things would go this far! I was just trying to get my money and be-"

Pow!

I released the trigger, shooting Mike in the head. Blood and brain matter splattered as his body fell on the cold floor. "This lifetime movie is beginning to be too much for me. I think I'm gonna be sick." Red said, taking deep breathes.

"We need to get Kyrie to the hospital fast. Her breathing is real shallow." Trey announced, checking her pulse. "What we gonna do with these bodies?" Keeis asked.

"Burn em. Da fuck?" August shrugged. I ran over to Kyrie, picking her weak body up bridal style. As much as I wanted to break down at the sight of her like this, I knew I had to be strong.

"Chris you an' Trey go ta da hospital while me, Keeis an Red dispose da bodies. We'll meet yall up thea'." August said. "Oh hell nah. Ion wanna dispose no bodies." Red grimaced.

"Well guess what nigga? You gon do it ta'day! Always talm bout lifetime movies an' shit. Well dis is what dey do in lifetime movies, so yo ass gon dispose da bodies an enjoy it while ya do it." August smiled, tilting his head to the side.

This nigga.

Three Days Later...

Kyrie: I slowly opened my eye's, but quickly squeezed them back shut due to the blinding light before me. Once my eye's finally adjusted, I opened my them realizing I was in the hospital. Multiple IV's were in my arms, as I felt a piercing pain on my side. My last memories hit me like a storm as I remembered getting kidnapped, Brandon trying to rape me, guns and shooting. I looked around to see Chris sitting by the hospital bed.

"B-baby." My voice was barely a whisper as I reached out to Chris, wanting to feel his touch. He took my hand holding it to his face, letting out a long sigh. "Your finally awake." he sniffed. Before I could respond, the doctor walked in, holding a clipboard.