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As I stated in chapter 7, this work of fiction is loosely based on facts. I recalled reading a few articles around January/February where it was mentioned that Chris wanted to reunite with Rihanna. However Karrueche was threating to kill herself if Chris didn’t stay with her. So that’s where the idea of suicidal-Karrueche came from.
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Love… Chapter 12
It was Tuesday April 17th and Chris had a 4-day reprieve until his next show. He sat in his hotel room in the middle of the afternoon with Mijo keeping him company. Karrueche and Seiko were out shopping and he decided to give his dancers a few days off. There wasn’t anything else they needed to rehearse and the singer knew how hard his crew worked, so they were appreciative of the extra time off.
Rubbing his bandaged hand, Chris lay back on his bed to look up at the ceiling. He called Mijo over because he needed someone to talk to about his situation with Karrueche and Rihanna. He thought he had everything figured out in regards to his relationship with his new girlfriend, but his current girlfriend threw him one hell of a curve ball. He still didn’t break the news to Rihanna about their impending breakup—he couldn’t—not when their relationship just started again after three years. Chris continued on like everything was normal between him and his love.
They talked on the phone and texted each other every day like any normal couple. Guilt was weighing heavily on his shoulders and he didn’t know what to do. Chris considered calling his mother Joyce to explain the mess he found himself in, but he knew his mother. Albeit a sweet and loving woman, the singer knew of the ill feelings his mother had for his current girlfriend. If Joyce were to find out that Karrueche was blackmailing her son into staying in a relationship with her by threatening her own life, Chris didn’t doubt that his mother would fly out to California and murder the aspiring model herself. So no, Chris couldn’t tell his mother about what was going on.
Noticing his best friend’s sour mood, Mijo sat across from the bed in a chair and asked, “Damn nigga, wha’s got you fucked up today?”
Not knowing how to deftly explain his situation Chris just decided to be brutally honest. He told his best friend about him and Rihanna rekindling their relationship again, which he duly noted made Mijo happy. Chris also explained that he tried to break things off with Karrueche, who in return tried to commit suicide by slicing her wrist. The singer left out the possibility of Rihanna being pregnant because as far as he knew, it was still too early to tell. Plus he trusted Rihanna to break the news to him if she were.
After listening to everything the R&B star poured out, Mijo was rendered speechless. He didn’t know how to give advice to Chris about his situation because neither of them ever dealt with anything like this before. Well tha’ explains Kae’s arm, Mijo thought. He noticed earlier today that Karrueche’s arm was wrapped in gauze. When he asked her about it, she told him that she fell.
Resting back in his chair he asked, “So, whatcha gonna go?”
“Nigga! Tha’s why I talkin’ to you!” Chris angrily shouted at the young man. “I don’ know what to do! I wanna be wit’ Robyn, but not if Kae goes and off her damn self! I got enough shit on my plate, I don’ need to deal wit’ this!”
“Man, tha’s foul as hell wha’ tha’ bitch puttin’ you through.” Mijo meant every word he said. He always had an eerie feeling about Karrueche and now knowing that she literally held Chris’ future with Rihanna in the palm of her hands made his blood boil. Only a coward would threaten to kill themselves just to hold on to someone.
Even though Chis never admitted it, Mijo knew that his homeboy just wanted the company of a woman around him all the time. Unlike Rihanna, Karrueche provided that because of her free schedule. However unlike Rihanna, Karrueche had nothing to offer his best friend in return for Chris’ affections and devotion.
Mijo recalled on the night of the Grammys after Chris won for Best R&B Album the uproar on Twitter. Not once did the aspiring model come to her boyfriend’s defense. He remembered tweets from Rihanna subliminally supporting his best friend though.
@rihanna: God is #MAJAH !!! Please don’t ever lose site of what’s important! Look around and Thank God for something He’s given u, that u PRAYED 4!
@rihanna: Who Jah bless I say NO MAN CURSE! Ting’s gettin better when they thought it would be worse
They may have had their differences in the past due to her falling out with Chris, but that’s one of the many things Mijo liked about Rihanna. No matter what, against all obstacles the Barbadian had his best friend’s back and Mijo appreciated it. Rihanna was truly a ride-or-die chick and he was glad that Chris reunited with her again.
However the matter of Karrueche was a different story.
She stuck by his side during the Good Morning America incident and when Chris was being cyber-bullied on Twitter, but that was only because of convenience. Chris provided Karrueche a lifestyle that she only dreamed about. Mijo’s best friend was the aspiring model’s meal ticket and that was disappointing.
The half-Asian had no work ethic whatsoever. She expected for her boyfriend to provide everything for her without taking the time and dedication to getting it herself. That was another thing that separated her from Rihanna in his eyes. Chris did everything for her, and Karrueche just sat back and reaped the benefits. That didn’t sit well with Mijo, but Chris was a grown man who was capable of making his own decisions, even if they were poor.
It seemed the moment he decided to make things right with Rihanna again, Karrueche had to do some crazy shit to keep it from happening. Her suicide attempt didn’t surprise Mijo. Karrueche was a gold-digger who became accustomed to the lavish lifestyle Chris provided her for two years. Mijo had no doubt in his mind that if another celebrity more famous and wealthy than his best friend were to come along and try to sweep the aspiring model off her feet, Karrueche would allow it. But it seemed no one else wanted her—which is a testament to how basic she really is.
When Chris and Rihanna broke up, every man from every corner of the Earth figuratively kneeled at Rihanna’s feet just to get a chance to be with her. But the Bajan only wanted to be with the seemingly simplistic, goofy Virginian.
It made Mijo happy knowing that his homeboy finally came to his senses about Rihanna. At a time even Mijo admitted to himself that if he and Chris weren’t like brothers, he would’ve tried to have his chance with the wild, exotic islander.
Sighing, Mijo rose from his chair and sat next to Chris on the bed. He looked down at the singer whose eyes were still planted on the wall and said, “Look, you might wanna call Mama-J an’ tell her ‘bout dis shit. ‘Cause I don’ know wha’ to tell ya.”
Chris allowed a small smile to creep upon his lips when he heard Mijo’s nickname for his mother. As a matter of fact, everyone who Joyce considered to be her own children called her ‘Mama-J’. Mijo, Melissa, and Rihanna were the only ones who were allowed to use that nickname. Everyone else had to call her Ms. Joyce.
“Man you know mama would whoop Kae’s ass if she found out ‘bout dis shit. I can’t tell her.” Ignoring his fucked up situation for now, the R&B star rolled over on his stomach and reached for his MacBook lying next to him. He opened it and turned it on. Logging on Skype, Chris hoped that Rihanna would be on as well. He knew that it was nighttime in New York, so she should be in her hotel by this hour.
Mijo looked over Chris’ shoulder to be nosy and watched his best friend click on the bolded screen name bajansbaddestbitch. Rihanna came into full view and Chris widened her image so it would fit the entirety of his PC screen.
Pinning her hair up, Rihanna smiled sexily when she looked down and saw a new window open and the screen name fuckyopictures appear. Chris’ handsome face came into view and she clicked on the Full Screen icon to make his imager bigger. “Hey lover,” she greeted him dotingly.
His other girlfriend never looked more beautiful to Chris than right now. Rihanna’s jet-black hair was pinned above her head, and a few strands fell by the sides of her face. Her face was devoid of any makeup, and she only wore a white robe with the initials HBIC (Head Bitch in Charge) written in script on the pocket. Silver designer reading glasses were on her face, which made her hazel-green eyes stand out more.
“Wha’s good, Rih?” The singer greeted her.
“I’m tired as fuck, that’s what’s good. Jay had me running around all day doing promos everywhere and shit.”
Chris noticed Rihanna rolling her eyes when she mentioned the name of her manager. A part of him was happy knowing that she was annoyed by the rapper as much as he was. He briefly thought back to the night she was in Brisbane and they were making fun of the hip-hop mogul. The memory made him smile a little.
“I just got back in not even two hours ago,” Rihanna continued. “I stopped by a comic convention earlier today; that was fun. I even picked up some stuff for you. I know how much you like that type of stuff.”
“Oh say word?” The singer grinned at her, happy to know she bought him some gifts. When was the last time his current girlfriend purchased anything for him during the two years they’ve been dating?
Grinning back at him she replied, “Yeah. But I can’t show you just yet. It’ll have to wait until we get to LA.”
Clutching Chris’ shoulder, Mijo leaned over the blond’s head and waved at the webcam. “Hi, Rihanna.” He mimicked the voice of Shady Records rapper Royce Da 5’9 from his cypher at the 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards.
Noticing Mijo purposefully agitating her boyfriend by applying all his weight on Chris’ shoulders, she waved back. “What’s up, nigga? We didn’t get a chance to spend time together when I was out there.”
“Tha’s ‘cause you was too busy takin’ care of my boy here.” Mijo fisted the top of Chris’ head giving him a noogie, which only antagonized the singer even more. “But it’s cool though. Chris was gettin’ pimples all on his face an’ shit. So you know he ain’t had no good pussy in a while. You came right on time. Much appreciated.”
Rihanna cracked up from her friend’s words. They were all the more funny when she saw her boyfriend’s face turn bright red with humiliation. “Well that’s what me and,” the pop star pointed down at her lap, “her are here for.”
“True tha’.” Mijo grinned in response.
Finally having enough of the exchange between his best friend and his girlfriend at his expense, Chris intervened. “Nigga get off me!” He flared his arms wildly in an attempt to remove Mijo’s weight from his shoulders.
Mijo lifted himself up and cradled his stomach to ebb the shrieks of laughter coming from inside him. “Nigga you lame as fuck fo’ tha’! We was jus’ fuckin’ around!”
“Well go fuck around outside my room!” Chris extended his arm and pointed to the hotel room’s door. “Get out!”
“A’ight nigga, I’m gone.” Mijo opened the door but before he left, he looked over his shoulder to speak. “I’mma leave y’all alone so y’all can Skype-fuck each oth’r. Deuces!” He gave his best friend the peace sign and close the door before the pillow Chris threw at him could hit him.
Chuckling quietly to herself, Rihanna said, “After all these years that nigga still crazy as hell.”
Rolling his brown eyes at the screen Chris huffed, “Yeah he’s a real pain in the ass.” He appreciated Mijo’s full undying support. Mijo knew Chris was depressed and even though Mijo couldn’t offer any advice to make the singer feel better, Mijo lightened the mood with his usual jokes and pranks. It worked for Chris for the moment, and a moment’s peace is what he really needed right now.
“I can’t wait to see you when you get here.” Rihanna changed the subject. “One more week until the premier in LA and just thinking about it is making me excited.”
Chris rested his chin in the palm of his left hand and gave her a lazy smile. “Yeah I can’t wait, either.” He highly anticipated on walking the red carpet with Rihanna. It would be the best way to prove to everyone that they’ve moved on from that night at the Grammys three years ago. With the release of their remixes and the songstress complimenting him on Ryan Seacrest’s radio show wasn’t enough, Chris figured he and his new girlfriend would have to physically show the world they’ve matured from the past. However there was still one obstacle that could prevent him from attending the Battleship premier with Rihanna…
The music from his song “Gettin’ Money” was played in the room, indicating he received a text message on his iPhone. “Hold on, babe. Lemme get this.” Chris looked at his webcam and told Rihanna before he reached in the pocket of his jeans to get his phone.
“Cool.” Chris checked his phone and saw that it was a message from Mijo. He glanced at his computer’s screen and saw his girlfriend mouthing the lyrics to his song.
“So wha’ nigga you gotta attitude, fuck you an’ yo’ demeanor! I’m partyin’ to def, I make a mess you gotta clean up!”
Hearing her reciting his lyrics with her Caribbean accent caused the singer to giggle. She sound so cute.
When Rihanna heard Chris’ giggles, she stopped rapping and frowned at the camera. “Nigga what’s so funny?”
“You.” He simply replied with the boyish grin she adored immensely. “I didn’t even think you knew tha’ song.”
“I like that line.” She suddenly became shy so Rihanna looked away from her computer to finish talking. “It makes me think about us and Jay.”
Chris’ grin widened. He was happy to know that his girlfriend managed to decipher the lyrics in that particular line. Those words were written as he thought about how much he wanted to be with Rihanna, but Jay-Z was blocking them. The song was released on the internet shortly after their remixes debuted and the mess that needed cleaning was a metaphor for Jay-Z who worked harder than ever to keep them apart because of the songs.
Looking at the camera again, Rihanna decided to playfully tease her boyfriend a little. Balling her fists, she shook them in front of her body, dancing to the imaginary beat of his song. “Shake it, shake it, shake it in my face…”
“Naked, naked girl I wan’ yo’ birthday cake…” Chris joined in. Together they laughed until the ringtone sounded again. The singer looked at his phone and saw another message from Mijo. He slapped his forehead with the palm of his bandaged hand, forgetting about Mijo’s first message.
Kae & Sei r here
They cummin 2 the room
Received Tues Apr 17, 2012 3:09PM
Hope u done Skype fuckin Rob
(o)(o)
B====D~~~()
Received Tues Apr 17, 2012 3:11PM
The Bajan’s eyes focused on Chris bandaged hand and she became troubled at the thought of the singer being hurt. “What happened to your hand, Chris?”
Shit! Chris didn’t let his annoyance show through his facial expression, but he didn’t want to have this conversation right now. He didn’t want to explain to her about what happened last night that caused him to punch a tiled wall and bruise his hand. So Chris did the next best thing—he lied.
“I bruised my hand during rehearsals. I fucked up in a landin’ aft’r I did a backflip. I’m good though.” Chris didn’t want to lie to Rihanna especially since they were starting over, but for now it would have to do until he could figure out how to get out of the tangled web he managed to get caught in.
The pop star was still concerned for Chris, but it was only mild concern. Thankfully he didn’t seriously hurt himself. “Okay. I’m glad that you’re okay.”
Chris didn’t get a chance to respond because he heard female voices outside his hotel door. He listened to the key card sliding in its slot and panicked. “Um I gotta go.” He said in a rush. “Luv ya, babe.” He kissed the camera lens before folding his MacBook. Laying back and folding his arms behind his head, he looked when his door opened and Seiko and Karrueche entered with several shopping bags.
“Hey babe!” The petite blonde woman greeted him cheerfully like nothing happened last night. She wore a spaghetti strap, red-and-white striped halter top and cut-off denims. The bandage on her arm proved last night wasn’t a nightmare, everything that happened really happened.
The singer greeted her with a smile and said, “What’s up, Kae? Hey Sei.” I’m not in the mood fo’ this shit right now. I bet Robyn’s mad at me.
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Back in New York Rihanna looked at her laptop and frowned when Chris’ screen went blank. She knew her ears didn’t deceive her. She heard women’s voices outside his door and seconds later Chris cut their conversation short. I know this nigga’s not fucking with me! Not after everything we been through and the time we spent together in Australia!
The songstress felt her blood rise and she had to repeat her mantra to calm herself. Breathe Robyn, breathe. You have to trust him. That’s what fucked us up last time. We both have to make this work. Don’t prove the public right.
Closing her laptop, Rihanna turned off her lamp and curled underneath the covers to go to sleep.
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Australia will forever be remembered for the good times Chris had during Supafest, and the night he shared with the woman he loved. Unfortunately it’ll also be remembered because of another horrible night in his life—Karrueche’s suicide attempt. He blocked that memory from his mind and focused on the good times in the southern continent.
It was Monday April 23rd and Chris and his entourage were leaving LAX airport. The paparazzi approached him and took several snapshots of him and Karrueche. The singer didn’t understand what the photographer’s fervor was about having his photo with Karrueche, unless the media wanted to print another bullshit story just to upset Rihanna. However he wasn’t worried about the Bajan getting upset over a tabloid story involving him and the aspiring model.
Rihanna already knew she owned Chris’ heart and nothing could change that. Putting the photographer out of his mind, Chris loaded his and Karrueche’s luggage in his Range Rover and drove away.
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“Chris wait! I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Karrueche chased her boyfriend throughout their home later that evening. They just got into another argument and the R&B star was doing everything he could to separate himself from her before he did something he’d regret. “I didn’t know this would happen! Please don’t be mad at me!”
“Get the fuck away from me!” Chris yanked her hand away from his arm when she reached to grab him. His dark brown eyes blazoned with fury and it took everything in him to erase the burning desire to hit her. I sure as hell don’t need tha’ again!
The singer raced from the living room and climbed the steps two at a time and slammed their bedroom door. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Karrueche tried to apologize to her boyfriend again. “Chris I’m sorry! I swear I’m sorry! I didn’t know this would happen! I’ll make it right, I swear!”
Opening the door to stand at the top of the stairs, the blond looked down at his overwrought girlfriend with a demented look in his eyes. For the first time since their relationship began two years ago, Karrueche was afraid that her boyfriend would hit her. And I would deserve it after what happened today. She took three steps back from the staircase, but never removed her eyes from him.
“I swear I’ll make it right.” Her voice gave out due to all her screaming. Karrueche’s sentence came out in a raspy whisper, nevertheless she hoped Chris heard her every word.
“How Kae, how?” Chris hollered at her. “How you plan to fix this shit? What the fuck can you do? Tell ‘em the truth?”
Karrueche lowered her head because both parties knew the truth would never be revealed.
Nodding from understanding her silence, the aspiring model heard her boyfriend say, “Tha’s wha’ I thought.”
At least he’s talking normally now, Karrueche silently mused while warm tears slid down her face.
“Fuck you, Kae, fo’ real though.” Chris entered their bedroom again and slammed the door, leaving his girlfriend in a crying heap at the bottom of the staircase.
Leaning against the door, Chris looked down as tears fell down on his Jordan’s and shook his head at everything unfolding before him. And wha’s fucked up is I can’t even let her go.
*****
Rihanna was back at home in Los Angeles and she quietly sipped a bottle of Guinness beer. She sat in her living room and surfed one of her closest friend’s popular blog, Perez Hilton. She laughed at a few of the stories he posted about celebrities until a headline about her boyfriend caught her eye.
“Serial Woman Beater Chris Brown Beats Girlfriend Model Karrueche Tran”
Rolling her eyes at the obviously untrue headline, Rihanna clicked the link out of curiosity. She read the article and saw the pictures of the bandage on Karrueche’s arm. Blood was staining the gauze and there were close-up photos of it.
Rihanna was taken back from the disturbing pictures so much that she closed the webpage. Typing the address to Media Takeout, she read the headline for the top story: “Chris Brown Is Back Again!!!! This Time He Whoops Karrueche’s Azz!!! ”
Shaking her head in doubt, the songstress went to Sandra Rose and Necole Bitche’s sites, both reporting the same story. Hesitantly, she finally visited TMZ’s webpage, and sure enough Harvey and his staff were dragging Chris through the mud about Karrueche’s injuries.
Rihanna thought back to last week when she noticed Chris’ bandaged hand. He told her he bruised himself during practice and she believed him. However suddenly he frantically closed their conversation when the voices of women were heard outside his door. Rihanna finally concluded that the voices were Seiko and Karrueche. Was there something Chris was hiding from her?
Slowly putting the pieces together, Rihanna asked herself out loud, “Could this be true?”
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Okay I don’t have Skype so obviously I don’t know how to use it. This was written just from my imagination, so if something seems out of place—oh well.
Irrelevant fact: I’m listening to the 90s track “Brokenhearted” by Brandy and Wanya Morris of Boyz II Men, and I can only think this is definitely Chris and Rihanna’s song! It would be amazing if they were to record a remake to this! They’re both huge Brandy fans anyway so it makes sense. (Le sigh) I guess I can only dream.
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