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Another A-list reviewer! Hi, Aly! Sorry about the simple previous chapter. Hopefully the sex made up for it. But it was needed to set the stage for this chapter right here!
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Love… Chapter 17
The next day Rihanna lay on a bed covered in rose petals wearing an Armani bra and panty set. She puckered her lips sexily at the camera and seductively fluttered her lashes. The photographer took several snapshots of the pop star in her lingerie and shouted words of encouragement to keep her going.
“That’s it! Beautiful! More, I want more sexiness, Rihanna! Yes! That’s it baby!”
Melissa and Rihanna arrived in the Big Apple around 6AM which left the songstress to receive less than two hours of sleep; not including the sleep she received on the plane. She had an all-day photo shoot for Armani and she’s been up since 8AM. It was already after noon, and Rihanna was thankful when everyone decided to take their lunch break.
Sitting in her trailer with Melissa, the pop star pretended not to hear her best friend when Melissa asked about last night.
“C’mon, Rob. You were walking all funny and shit after you got back from making that video with Chris. You kept grabbing your ass and you could barely sit on the plane without wiggling your ass in the seat. So tell me—what happened?”
“What do you mean what happened?” Rihanna slurped the ramen noodles from her cup and smiled inside the Styrofoam when she thought about her boyfriend fucking her anally. Even though Chris was gentle with her, the unfamiliar sex still left her sore during her 6-hour flight from Los Angeles to New York. It was something Rihanna wanted to try again, but not any time soon. She knew she would have to get used to Chris entering her ‘backdoor’ before they could perform the act regularly.
“I shot the video with him. That was all. What else was supposed to happen?” She placed her empty cup down and stretched her body on the sofa. Rihanna only got an hour break before she had to shoot the commercial for Armani, and she knew that would be at least another five or six hours. Naturally she wanted all the rest she could get before she started working again. “You’re being silly, Mel.”
Pursing her lips together, Melissa also placed her empty ramen cut next to Rihanna’s. She eyed her best friend suspiciously and decided to not press the issue any further. Rihanna would tell her the truth sooner or later, anyway. “Alright, bitch. I’ll let it slide, but I want details when we get back to the hotel tonight.” She stood to leave so Rihanna could rest peacefully, but turned her head when she heard the songstress’ voice.
Closing her heavy lids, Rihanna sleepily asked, “Can you wake me up when break’s over?”
“Yeah I got you.” Melissa smiled before leaving the trailer.
*****
Jay-Z sat in his home office in the late afternoon with his hired assistant and a smug grin on his face. He handed the man sitting across from him an envelope that contained the check for the other half of his pay. “I appreciate doing business with you, sir.”
The man felt guilty for not only accepting the money, but for performing the sick act on Chris Brown. But he was hired to do this sort of thing all the time for rich clients, but that didn’t mean guilt didn’t creep in every once in a while. As usual the man blocked the guilt and focused on the payment received. “It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Carter.” He pocketed the envelope and stood to leave.
“One more thing before you go,” Jay-Z stopped the man. “Do you have them?”
“Yeah I got it.” Reaching in his jacket pocket, the hired assistant fingered a small, dark brown satin drawstring bag and placed it on Jay-Z’s desk. “Here you go. Mind if I ask wha’chu plan on doin’ with them?”
Holding the bag in the air, the rapper inspected it and grinned viciously at his thoughts on using the items in the bag against his protégé. “I plan on getting her to behave with this.” Ending the conversation, the mogul waved his hand to dismiss the man. “You can go now. You were never here.”
“Of course.” Turning to leave, the man looked down at his feet as he walked and thought I hope the lil’ nigga’ll be alright. And that nigga Jay gon’ get his eventually. They always do.
*****
“Where’s my baby? Where’s my baby? Is he alright? Somebody tell me!” Joyce Hawkins rushed inside of a local LA hospital. She received a call to her home hours ago from a police officer briefly telling her about the condition of her son. She immediately hopped on the first flight to LA to find out what was going on.
Joyce tried calling Chris several times but his phone went straight to voice mail. She approached the desk and hysterically cried at the attendant seated there. “Please tell me is my baby okay?”
“Ms. Hawkins?” Joyce turned at the voice of a male doctor speaking to her. He was around Chris’ height, white, and had dirty blond hair. He was wearing glasses, a long white lab coat, and carrying a clipboard. She noticed underneath his lab coat were his mint green doctor’s scrubs that were stained with dry blood. Thinking about the worse possible scenario happening to her son, Joyce felt her knees go weak. She clutched the edge of the desk to keep her body upright. She had to remain strong for her son—whatever the news was.
Ignoring the eye-rolling of the female attendant at the desk, Joyce quickly approached the doctor and frantically asked, “Is Chris gonna be alright? Is he alive? Is my baby gonna live?”
Remaining calm, the doctor told her, “Please Ms. Hawkins, come with me. We need to talk.” He extended his arm and led her down the corridor and into his office. When Joyce was seated, she also noticed a white, male police officer standing by the desk. She nodded in his direction to greet him, and he nodded back at her.
The doctor sat down and introduced himself. “I’m Dr. Williams and this is Officer Greene.” Dr. Williams extended his hand in the officer’s direction. “I need to tell you that Chris is in stable condition, and he’s expected to make a full recovery.”
Joyce, unable to speak, covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. She thought she could be strong for her sake and the sake of her son, but listening to Dr. William’s words made her heart sink in her chest. I can’t handle this! I need some air! I need to see Chris!
“Ms. Hawkins,” Officer Green spoke this time. “Chris was attacked and robbed early this morning we believe around 12AM or 1AM. He was found unconscious on the side of the expressway this morning at around 6AM from a driver on their way to work.”
Taking deep breaths as she processed everything Office Greene told her, Joyce could only think, my baby was out in the middle of nowhere for five or six hours? Why? Voicing the rest of her thoughts, Joyce asked, “Do you know who did this? Do you know who hurt my baby?”
“That’s why I’m here now, ma’am.” Office Green replied with a nod. “I wanted to ask you does Chris have any enemies? Do you know of anyone who could possibly want to hurt your son?”
“I-I don’t… I don’t know…” Joyce breathed and this time she couldn’t stop the tears from falling down her face. What can I tell them? Everyone wanted to hurt my son over what happened three years ago! It could’ve been anybody! I don’t know what to do!
“O-O-Officer…? You say that Chris was robbed. How did you manage to contact me?”
“Yes.” Officer Greene looked down and for the first time Joyce noticed that he was holding a sheet of paper. “Chris woke up at one point some hours ago and told us that his wallet, iPhone, and diamond pinky ring were missing. But he gave us your phone number before he slipped into unconsciousness again.”
Heavens no! Joyce closed her eyes and mentally said a quick prayer before facing the doctor. “Dr. Williams? Can you tell me what this person did to my son?” She straightened her spine and squeezed the arms of the chair she was sitting in to brace herself for the news.
“Ahem,” Dr. Williams cleared his throat and read Chris’ injuries to Joyce from his clipboard. “Ma’am, your son suffered a concussion from being repeatedly struck in the head. We believe there were no weapons involved, so more than likely Chris was punched.”
Joyce closed her eyes and wiped the warm tears from her face. She wanted to faint knowing that there was a madman out there who brutally attacked her son and he was still roaming free.
Continuing on, Dr. Williams spoke more about Chris’ injuries. “He has two black eyes, a broken nose, and cuts to his lips. There are several bruises on his arms and upper chest, and his hands are also bruised, most likely he was fighting back. However…” he stopped reading from his clipboard to look at Joyce. “Ma’am, please open your eyes.”
Taking deep breaths, Joyce opened her eyes and gratefully accepted the box of Kleenex Dr. Williams handed her. After blowing her nose and disposing of the dirty tissue she asked, “However… what?”
“Ahem, yes,” Dr. Williams cleared his throat again and kept on reading. “Chris’ left pinky finger is broken. I’m assuming that’s the finger he wore the ring. But he’ll recover eventually, but Chris is going to need some rest. We’ll keep him here for the rest of the week until he’s fully conscious. Chris still slips in and out of consciousness, and the few times he’s woken, he complained about excruciating migraines. Right now he’s asleep and we expect for him to be all day.”
“Can I see him?” Joyce asked once she was able to calm down. Thank heavens the injuries aren’t life-threatening. Chris’ll live and that’s all that matters. He’s going to make it. God is good. “Please just let me see my baby.”
Standing from his desk, Dr. Williams gave Joyce a small smile of encouragement. “Of course you can, ma’am.”
*****
Joyce sat next to Chris and cradled his right hand in her palms. Dr. Williams and Officer Greene stepped out of the room to give the family some privacy. Once the door was closed, the two men met in Dr. Williams' office again to briefly talk about the situation with Chris Brown.
“Y’know, it’s kinda hard to feel sorry for Chris considering what happened with him and Rihanna.” Dr. Williams said once he sat down at his desk.
Sighing heavily, Officer Greene nodded in agreement. “Yeah I hear ya.”
“But, that’s not why we’re here to pass judgment.” Dr. Williams continued. “What happened today was tragic and even though I don’t keep up with pop culture, from what I have seen, those two really love each other in spite of everything.”
Officer Green sat in the chair that Joyce once occupied. “Yeah. At first I wanted nothing more than to see Chris brought to justice, but these last few weeks I started to feel different. I dunno, maybe it was seeing them at the Battleship premier together, but love and forgiveness are powerful things. And if Rihanna’s forgiven him, then that’s all that matters.” The officer reclined in the chair and sighed again. “I don’t think she knows. She’s gonna be devastated when she finds out. And I hate to see what the media has to say about this when it gets out. I’m surprised no one knows yet.”
“You know they were kids when it all happened.” Dr. Williams took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes. He rested his elbows on the desk and spoke. “He was only nineteen. I don’t even want to think about all the shit I did when I was nineteen.”
Chuckling dryly in remembrance of his teenage years, Officer Greene agreed. “Man I hear ya. My years in college were some of the most memorable and unforgettable times of my life. If all the stupid shit I did got out to the public…”
“I just hope everyone involved in this will be alright.” Dr. Williams swiveled in his chair and faced his window, looking out into the Los Angeles scenery below. “They’re going to need all the support they can get because the media is going to have a field day when this gets out.”
*****
“Chris? I hope you can hear me. This is Mama.” Joyce squeezed her hand with Chris’ and used her free one to caress her son’s jawline. She noticed that Chris was connected to an I.V. machine and assumed that medicine was being administered to keep the pain away. She remembered when the doctor told her that he suffered a concussion and was constantly slipping in and out of consciousness. I want you to sleep. I want you to get well so you can get back on track. I want you to recover soon, son. God speed.
It was difficult for Joyce to look at Chris. Both of his eyes were swollen shut and dark, purplish circles surrounded them. Several scars and cuts were on his cheeks and a metal brace with a bandage covered his broken nose. His lips were busted, and dried blood covered the cuts where it began to clot. He wore a white, short-sleeved hospital gown, and Joyce winced at the black and blue bruises along his arms over his tattoos.
Her dark brown eyes focused on Chris’ bandaged, broken finger and she shook her head in disappointment. She knew her son didn’t care for the financial value of the ring. He still wore the ring after four years because Rihanna gave it to him, and now it was gone forever. I’m so sorry this had to happen to you, son.
“I just want you to know that I love you and I’m proud of you.” Joyce stopped caressing her son’s face to wipe her eyes again. “You’ve come a long way, Chris. Even when the world was against you, you never stopped believing in yourself. You continued to work hard and persevere and it finally paid off.
“Congratulations again on your first Grammy. And there’ll be more to come, I just know it. You’re a fighter, you’ve always been one and that’ll never change. I know in my heart you’re gonna get through this. You’re gonna come back stronger than ever. Once again you’re gonna prove everybody wrong.”
This time as tears poured from Joyce’s eyes she didn’t wipe them away. She blinked fast to focus her vision on her son, and squeezed his hand even tighter in support. “You’re gonna make it through this. I see great things happening in your future. God is on your side, Chris. Please keep that in mind. Never lose faith and never lose hope. Again I love you, and I’m gonna be here with you all night. I’m not leaving your side.” Joyce leaned forward and gently kissed her son on the cheek before leaning back in her chair.
“I know you can hear me, baby. I just hope you take heed to everything I said.”
*****
Chris Brown was conscious enough to listen to everything his mother just told him. He felt his hand entwined in hers, and felt her finger caressing his face. He even mentally smiled when her lips touched his cheek in a kiss. He also felt numb, like his body was trying to engulf the pain he endured hours ago, but the painkiller was stopping it.
Everything around him was black. He wanted to open his eyes and see his mother’s face. He wanted to part his dry, cracked lips to speak to her and tell her he loved her too, but couldn’t will himself to do it. He also wished another person was here. Chris saw hazel-green eyes, beautiful light cocoa skin, short, black hair, and a dazzling smile. He wished she was here with him too, but didn’t lose hope that she would come. He knew the love of his life would be here with him soon.
The singer’s mind replayed the events of early morning. He recalled getting out of his car to confront the man who kept hitting the back of his vehicle. The next thing he knew fists were flying, excruciating pain was felt all over his body, and he saw nothing but black. When Chris woke again he was in a stark white hospital room surrounded by a cute, Hispanic female nurse, a white male doctor, and a white male policeman.
The policeman questioned the R&B star about what happened and Chris answered honestly saying that he was robbed. He felt his head pounding wildly against his forehead and clenched his teeth to control the sensation. He told the doctor that his head was hurting badly and he needed something for it.
The officer asked him about any known relatives they could contact, and Chris gave him his mother’s phone number before he passed out again.
Now he was wide awake, but he couldn’t will himself to open his eyes. But he felt his mother’s love and support and he was happy that she came. Chris knew that no matter what, if he was no longer making music, if he lost all his fame and money, he still had a place in his mother’s heart. Joyce would still be around even through the best and worst of times. He loved her unconditionally and was thankful to have someone like that by his side.
Chris mentally smiled thinking about Rihanna and their future together. He knew they agreed to take baby steps towards their relationship, but with everything that happened in the past few weeks with them going to see Battleship and her staring in his video, Chris felt that everything was falling into place for a reason. There were still a few detractors that disapproved of their union, but that no longer mattered to the artists. Everyday more and more people supported him and Rihanna as a couple, and everyday his love for her continued to grow.
When Chris was fully healed, he intended to get rid of Karrueche and Seiko from his life forever. Taking notes from his mother, the singer knew that whatever happened to Karrueche, the responsibility would fall on her. Every human is responsible for their own lives.
Life is too short to hold on to things of the past. Life is too short to live a double life and not commit fully to the one you love. On her return, Chris planned on asking Rihanna to move in with him. Deep inside he knew she would say yes and he could see them living happily together. Jay-Z and his wife couldn’t stop them, the media and the public couldn’t stop them, or any women’s rights groups. Their love was stronger than all of the drama, and obstacles combined. They’ve been through worse and somehow managed to find their way back to each other. This wouldn’t be any different.
Yeah, I’ll do tha’, Chris thought with determination. Karrueche had to go. Seiko had to go. He had to clean up his life in order to fully move forward to be with Rihanna. In a way he was thankful for what happened this morning because if it didn’t, the R&B star would still be trying to have a relationship with Rihanna, while keeping Karrueche under his arm so she wouldn’t harm herself again.
When I get out of here, Chris told himself, it’s gonna be time to take out the trash.
*****
“Alright and that’s a wrap! Everyone can leave now!” The director of the Armani commercial shouted and Rihanna was thankful that her strenuous, long work day was over.
It was well after 8PM and the only thing the pop star wanted to do was return to her hotel, take a hot shower, climb in bed, and call Chris. She put on her robe that the wardrobe stylist handed her, and accepted the BlackBerry Jennifer gave to her. “Thank you.”
She dialed Chris’ number on speed-dial but it sent her straight to voicemail. Rihanna left a quick message and began to leave the set when she heard news on the radio fill the air made her stop.
“Thank you for tuning into Hot 97.5. This is Angie Martinez and I’m bringing you an exclusive report. It has been reported that Chris Brown has been hospitalized.
“Early this morning he became the victim of a robbery that left him unconscious for almost six hours on the expressway. A driver found him lying face down on the pavement and he was taken into the hospital at around 6AM this morning.
“No word on the person that did this, but as of right now Chris is in stable condition. His injuries aren’t life-threatening, but he did suffer from a broken nose, black eyes, and a broken finger.
“His iPhone, wallet, and a diamond pinky ring were stolen. We’ll have more info for you when we—”
“Is this true?” Rihanna rushed back on the set and cried at the staff surrounding the small boom box. “Somebody please tell me! Don’t fuck with me! Is it true?”
Everyone looked at one another then back at the songstress without speaking. No one knew what to tell her so nobody said anything.
“Somebody fucking answer me!” Rihanna rushed to grab the boom box and threw it across the room where it shattered. Looking at everyone with frantic eyes she huffed, “Now that I got y’all attention, somebody better talk to me or I swear I’m going ham! Is… this… true…?”
“Rihanna?” Jennifer shakily reached for her friend and wrapped her arms around the hysterical singer. The older woman led Rihanna out of the studio with Melissa following behind.
The trio entered an empty room where Rihanna released all her frustrations by screaming and pounding on the rectangular table. “Ahhh! Please Jenn, Mel? Please tell me this is a sick joke? Please tell me this isn’t true.”
“I’m checking it out right now, Rob.” Melissa reached for her BlackBerry and searched the internet for any news on Chris Brown’s attack. Her mouth gaped open at all of the websites reporting on the robbery. She also checked Twitter and the Barbadian felt her stomach sink down to her feet at two of the Worldwide Trending Topics.
#ChrisBrownDeservedWhatHeGot and #Pray4ChrisBrown
She didn’t want to face her best friend again because Melissa knew if Rihanna were to look into her eyes, the pop star would already know the truth. Keeping her head lowered Melissa whispered, “Rob it’s true. ABC, FOX, NBC, and CBS are all reporting it. I’m… I’m sorry, Rob…”
“Oh my God…” Rihanna’s eyes filled with tears and she felt her body crumble. She reached for a chair and held on the back of it for support. This can’t be happening. Why is this happening? Everything was going great! Better than great! So why? Why is everyone against us?
Swallowing thickly, the Bajan knew she had to remain strong. Blinking away her tears, she looked at both Jennifer and Melissa and told them, “I want both of you to find out the next flight leaving to LA. Book it. Chris needs me now, and I’m going to be there for him.”
“You know we got you, Rihanna.” Jennifer also retrieved her cell phone and made several phone calls, while Melissa did the same.
Rihanna almost called Chris again, but remembered that his phone was stolen. She also recalled Angie Martinez saying that the pinky ring she gave him was gone, too. He’s always worn that ring since 2008. Even after we broke up, Chris still kept it. Out of all the things they could’ve took, why the ring? We’ll never see it again.
The pop star wanted to cry again knowing that someone out there now possessed something of extreme value to the couple. She could always buy Chris another ring, but that particular ring held all the memories they shared together when they toured Australia and New Zealand in 2008. They even got matching tribal tattoos during that time to showcase their love for one another. Now it was forever gone.
“I-I need some fresh air.” Rihanna stepped out of the room and closed the door. She leaned against the wall in the hallway and looked down at the slippers she wore on her feet. Why can’t we just go back to the way things were before that night happened? Fuck this star shit! It’s not worth it!
Rihanna noticed a shadow looming over her figure and she looked up and into the face of her manager. Oh God, not Jay! Anybody but Jay! I don’t wanna see him!
“Rihanna I heard what happened and I wanted to talk to you.” He extended his hand to her, and Rihanna looked down at it. Feeling helpless, against her better judgment, the pop star took it and allowed Jay-Z to lead her into another empty room.
The rapper closed the door and sat behind the desk, while Rihanna remained standing by the door. If he says one fucked up thing about Chris I’m leaving! I don’t need his shit right now!
“If you’re going to tell me not to see Chris, you can save it.” The songstress started the conversation. “I’m going to see him anyway, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“No, you’re not going to see Chris, not now or ever again.” Jay-Z calmly replied. “And there is something I can do to stop you.”
Keeping true to her word, Rihanna turned to leave. Before her hand could touch the doorknob to turn it, she heard Jay-Z say, “I wouldn’t leave just yet. There’s something I wanna show you.”
Turning around, Rihanna scowled at the hip-hop mogul and seethed. “What do you have to show me, Jay? Whatever it is you can save it.”
Ignoring her anger, Jay-Z opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small, dark brown, satin drawstring bag. He opened it and emptied the contents on the desk. What Rihanna saw made her heart stop and her body visibly shake in horror.
Three items fell from the bag: first a brown, Louis Vuitton wallet, an iPhone with a custom sketch of one of Chris’ drawings on the iPhone cover, and finally the diamond pinky ring she gave him.
“Wha-wha-wha…” Rihanna couldn’t form coherent words to speak. Realization fell on her in a tidal wave and her entire world came crashing down in an instant. She felt herself hyperventilating and had to clutch her chest to ease the powerful beats of her heart against her ribcage.
“I told you three years ago that fuck nigga is a walking dead man.” Jay-Z pretended not to notice his protégé’s near breakdown and continued talking. “I told you last month that if you were to keep seeing him, watch what I’ll do. Cut all ties with that fuck nigga once and for all, and you don’t have to worry about him getting hurt anymore. That means no more dates, no more public appearances, no more wearing his jewelry. I want you to erase his number from your phone, and unfollow him on Twitter.
“I don’t want the two of you to have any more contact ever again. If I find out that you went to go see that fuck nigga, if I find out that you’re still calling him, tweeting him, and texting him, watch what I’ll do next. He’s no good for you, Rihanna. And one day you’ll appreciate my efforts. And it would be in your best interests if you keep this between us.”
And just like that… it’s over… We can’t win for losing… For the first time since she met Jay-Z, Rihanna feared her manager. If he was willing to go so far as to have Chris attacked and robbed, then she knew he meant every word about having the love of her life erased from the Earth forever.
Rihanna knew deep down she was strong, but no matter her strength, nothing could compare her for this! Her heart yearned to be by Chris’ side, but her mind knew it was a terrible idea. She finally realized just how far Jay-Z would go to keep the two of them apart. She was hurt, confused, and helpless.
Leave Chris, and I lose Chris. Stay with Chris, and I lose Chris forever.
Choosing the lesser of the two evils, Rihanna whispered, “You win Jay. I won’t see Chris anymore.”
“That’s a good girl.” Jay-Z spoke to his protégé like he was speaking to a puppy. “That’s what I wanna hear. You made the right decision, Rihanna.”
Those were the last words Rihanna heard before her entire world turned black.
*****
So there I go torturing poor Chris again. Sorry for my lack of medial lingo. I hate hospitals!
Irrelevant facts: I brainstormed ideas for this fiction on my tablet, and wouldn’t you know it? I accidently deleted all my fucking ideas! Now I gotta figure out how to write the next chapter! Bummer! If Karrueche really is pregnant—congrats girl! You just won the fucking lottery! I can’t hate on her gold-digging game—that bitch is a fucking pro!
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