Chapter 36

                                    

                                          
September 27, 2017
Miami, Florida 
12:15 AM
Christopher Maurice Brown:
                          
"So when did you decide to come to your senses baby girl?" 
                          
"'It wasn't hard... I've always loved you Chris..." 
                          
"Then why you been playing mami?" I asked, getting closer to her.
                          
"I-I was scared..." She whispered softly, looking away from me, but I slid my fingers under her chin and brought her face back to mine.
                          
"Scared of what?" I raised an eyebrow.
                          
"What August and Summer would think of me..." Pulling her body closer to mine, I held her securely.
                          
"Baby fuck what they think, it's me and you against the world." I said, waving my arm across the air slowly. 
                          
"But Chris." She started.
                          
"Shh, let me.."
                          
"Chris."
                          
"Bey it's okay.." I reassured.
                          
"Chris wake the fuck up." I heard as something wet splashed onto my face. I took in air and choked on a metallic tasting fluid as I tried to do so. Coughing like a smoker, I managed to clear the fluid out of my airways, lowkey spitting out a tooth in the process. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at the floor, seeing that I spit out a gold tooth. Damn. I sighed and lifted my head up slowly, seeing two blurry figures in front of me. I tried to reach out to them, only to be restrained by something on my wrist. 
                          
"Da fuck..?" I mumbled to myself. Trying to pull my arms from behind my back, I realized that I was tied up. Oh silly me, I got caught. I smiled.
                          
"Why do you insist on terrorizing us?" Summer asked. Awe, why couldn't that hallucination have been real, I was gone be On The Run with my baby...I mean, yeah Summer my baby too, but Bey, she's my soulmate, my queen. I refuse to let anyone take her from me, and I'll do anything to take my queen back. I sighed, pushing my thoughts to the back of my head and blinked a couple of times, trying clear up my vision. Thankfully, I managed to do so after about 5 times. 
                          
"I'm not terrorizing you... I was just gone make everything back to normal." 
                          
"Bitch you had a fucking syringe!" Beyoncé yelled, scrunching her fist up like that Arthur meme from a year ago. 
                          
"Shh, why sho loud? It wadn't anythi' bad in it, just somedin to knock you out for a couple of hours." I struggled saying, spitting out more blood, my mouth is definitely fucked up. Summer sighed.
                          
"Chris, you are the living definition of atrocious, just like your pull out game." 
                          
I jaw dropped then nodded. "I'd rather be atrocious than a female stealing thot ass hoe." 
                          
"Nigga for one, hoe and thot pretty much the same shit, and two, bitch yes the fuck-" Summer started. 
                          
"You just mad I'm fucking your girlfriend and there's nothing you can do about it." Bey shrugged grabbing Hotsauce. 
                          
"No I not... she dill wrapped on my pinky." I stumbled out. 
                          
"Nigga, again, why are you here?" I shrugged, I'm not repeating myself. Summer straddled my lap and got close to my face.
                          
"Chris how would you feel if I stuck this syringe in your ball sack?"
                          
I shrugged. "You won't do I aine worried."
                          
"Chris have you been taking your meds lately?" Bey asked. 
                          
"Why do you even know about that?"
                          
"Chris I'm not fucking stupid, plus I used to be your best friend..." She started, looking away. "'Till you turned into a stupid ass bitch." She added, tilting her head smiling. Crazy. I swear I love that shït.