"If you show me all your flaws, I'll show you mine. I'll claim your baggage and all, no need to hide. Cause I'm a love you anyway."- Chris Brown
Omniscient
"... Not pregnant." Chris announced, looking at the negative blue line that appeared on all four tests.
Kyrie rushed over to him. "Really?" She stood in front of him, looking at the tests. Sure enough they were all negative.
"Oh. Maybe my body is acting weird, but I'm still going to talk to my doctor just to be sure." She spoke biting her nails. A feeling of relief washed over her, seeing the result's. A baby was the last thing she wanted to worry about right now.
"Sooo...." Chris smacked his lips together loudly.
"Sooo..." Kyrie mimicked, snaking her arm's around his waist. "I'm bored." Chris chuckled, looking down at her.
"My dad use to tell me that only the boring get bored." Kyrie smirked.
Chris twisted his lips at her. "Girl please. I'm the opposite of boring. I stay lit! But on a serious note, how do you feel? After the thing's you told me last night, I've been worried about you."
Kyrie smiled at him. "I'm so glad that I told you. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulder's that I've been carrying for a long time. Thank you for being there." She hugged him tightly. "But I do have one question?"
"What's that?"
"Do you look at me differently?"
Chris frowned. "Of course not. Why would you ask that?" He questioned in a surprised tone. Kyrie shrugged. "I've always been afraid of telling people about my past and secrets in fear of being judged, or the person switching up on me." She sighed heavily.
"I feel you. Sometimes I opened up my life to people who didn't deserve that shit. But never will I judge you based off your past mistakes. That would be hypocritical on my part." Chris responded.
"I love you." Kyrie exhaled, snuggling her face in his chest.
"I love you too."
Two Day's Later...
Kyrie Taylor
"Are you down to be a distraction baby? But don't distract me. Let me ask you baby." I sung along to Kehlani's Distraction, as I typed up an update for my blog.
I guess I was experiencing an irregular period, because after going to my primary doctor, the pregnancy result's came out negative as well. She said it probably was due to a imbalance of hormone's, stemming from unnecessary stress.
I frowned, hearing yelling coming from the main room. I knew it was Kyrell, Jasmine, and my cousin's. I had them rearranging my studio room, while I caught up on my other work, but knowing them, they probably was doing more clowning than working.
"Give me back my damn phone!"
I instantly knew that was Kyrell who was yelling. I slammed my paper's on the desk, walking out of my office. I rolled my eye's, seeing Kyrell chasing Jasmine around the studio while Neya and them laughed like everything was funny.
"Um... Hello?" I walked in attempting to be noticed, but was completely ignored. My eye's widened, seeing Kyrell hop over the sofa, tackling Jasmine to the floor, knocking down my coffee table in the process.
"Yo what the hell?!!" I screeched, causing everyone to look at me. "I'm sitting in my office, trying to get some work done, and I can't even do that because y'all are tearing up my studio, acting like 10 year olds!"
"I have nothing to do with that." Asia held her hand's up in defense. Kyrell dusted off his jeans, as he stood up. "I'm sorry Ky, but Jasmine was playing too much. She took my phone, trying to go through all my stuff."
"That's cause this negroe over here texting multiple hoes instead of helping us rearrange this room." Jasmine retorted, sitting up. Kyrell glared at her. "I am helping!" He snapped.
"Barely." Neya coughed, looking at her nail's.
Before anyone could get out another word, the door's suddenly burst open, and in walked two Caucasian officer's.
How everyone was looking:
My face turned into a scowl. "Y'all lost?" I asked, folding my arm's.
"We're here for a Kyrie Taylor." The woman answered, swinging her handcuffs in a taunting manner.
I rolled my eye's. "This is she. Now can I help y'all?" I replied, my voice laced with attitude. I really couldn't think of any logical explanation as to why police were in my place of business.
"Kyrie Taylor, you're under arrest for the murder's of Brandon Maxwell and Mike Ham.." The woman quickly grabbed my wrists, slapping the cuffs on them. I attempted to pull from her hold, but she already had me.
"Yo what the fuck?! Y'all can't arrest her like that!" Kyrell yelled, his chest heaving up and down with anger.
"You shut up boy!" The male officer shouted, pointing at Kyrell.
"Nah you shut the fuck up! I may be young, but I'm a grown man! Don't worry. We got lawyer's." He shot back.
"You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future..." The female officer began to read my Miranda Rights, as she roughly pushed me towards the door.
At that moment, everything felt like a blur. I knew this had to be Michelle's doing. I had a clean cut record, and had never spent a day in jail in my life. The only reason I was so calm was because I didn't want to worsen the situation by acting a fool. Especially since I was a young black woman.
Kyrell and them, followed after us, as the officer's escorted me out the building. Right when I got outside, there was a slew of news people, and cameras, snapping pictures, and asking questions.
"Kyrie you're being arrested for two count's of murder! Does Chris know about this?!"
"It's been rumored that you're pregnant with Chris's second child! Are these allegations true!?"
I ignored the blinding flashing lights, looking towards my brother and them. "Kyrell, please call mama, and let her know what's going on. Call Chris, and tell him everything that's just happened. Please." I instructed, waiting for the door to be opened for me.
Kyrell nodded. "I will. Don't even worry sis. We're gonna get you out of there." He shouted back.
Oh yes you are, because bitch I got bail money.
"Free my nigga Kyrie!!" Jasmine yelled, causing a few people to look her way.
The male officer allowed me to get in, roughly pushing my head down in the process. "Don't touch my hair!" I hissed. I had just got my hair done, and was not about to have him mess it up.
He shot a mean mug my way, before slamming the door. I hung my head down, blocking my face for the photographer's to snap photo's. I cringed at the very thought of my face, being plastered all over the celebrity blog's and news outlets in this way. It was very damaging to my image.
I sighed loudly as the car pulled off. I only prayed that I was out of jail by tonight.
>>>>
Chris Brown
"So you mean ta tell me dat ole dude been stealin' money from you fa month's?" August asked with wide eye's.
"Yep. Shit crazy." I shook my head.
I had just finished telling August about the whole situation with my manager, Mike. It had been a couple of days since I found out he'd been stealing from me. Since I would be leaving for tour in a week, I knew I had to cut him off like some dead split end's.
I asked Mike to meet me at my house to discuss the tour, when really I was gonna tell his ass that he was fired, and then some. Since I wanted somebody to be around when I did it, I asked August to come by, and he did without hesitation.
August shook his head. "Damn, he grimy as fuck for dat. You can't trust nobody I swea'."
Buzz! Buzz!
I took out my phone, seeing Kyrell was calling me. I quickly answered. "Hey lil bro. What's up?"
"Dude you need to come to the police station now! Kyrie just got arrested."
"For what?!" I stood up, and began pacing the room. "Man the shit happened so fast, but they said something about two count's of murder. Her bail has been set for 50K. I-"
"Don't worry about it, I'll take care of the bail. I'll meet you at the jail in 30 minutes okay?"
"Okay."
I hung up the phone, trying to process what I just heard. "Shit."
"What's going on?" A look of concern crossed August's face. "Kyrie just got arrested for murder. I have no doubt it's connected to Brandon and Mike." I explained.
"What da fuck?" August gasped, looking like this:
"How they arrest ha fa murda' without evidence, and proof? Besides technically she ain't do shit. It was me an' you."
"I know. Right now my main thing is getting her out of there. Her bails been set for fifty thousand. We need to go now."
"What about your manager Mike?"
"I'm not worried about that now." My business with Mike was the last thing on my mind at the moment. Even this tour had been dropped from my priority list.
Ding! Dong!
"I'll answer it." August ran to the door, opening it. A smirk formed on my face seeing Mike's bitch ass.
"Hey Malaria." August smiled, opening the door wider. Mike cut his eye's at August, before focusing his attention on me.
"What's good Chris?" He laughed, attempting to dap me up, but I reached up scratching my head. "Life is good." I chuckled, stuffing my hand's in my pockets.
Mike cleared his throat. "So about this tour-"
"The tour is canceled until further notice."
"What?"
"I'm not going on tour anymore. I have personal obligations to attend too. Oh, and by the way you're fired bitch boy." I stated calmly, watching in silent amusement as Mike's face dropped in shock.
"Bitch boy!!?? I can't breathe!" August howled in laughter, as he munched on some Lays chips.
"Why are you firing me!!??" Mikes voice rose in anger.
"Because you're a liar, thief, scammer, fraud, and all of the above. Do I need to go on?" I answered in an obvious tone.
"Chris I can explain-"
"Nah man fuck you!" I yelled, cutting him off. "I trusted you, and you took advantage of that shit. Never bite the hand that feed's you, cause it'll always backfire. So yeah dude, you're fired."
Mike's face turned a deeper shade of red, as he fumed with anger. I could tell he was mad that he got exposed. "You're gonna regret this." He snarled, walking towards the door.
"Getcho potbelly, plumber's crack, receding hairline, beer gut, AARP qualifying ass out of my house." I clapbacked.
"Bye Mystical!" August laughed, slamming the door.
I'm glad I got that over with.
Later That Night....
"Well it can officially be said that crazy attracts crazy! Chris Brown's current girlfriend, Kyrie Taylor, was arrested earlier today on murder charges in the case's of two men she had dealings with last year. She is currently out on bond which is $50,000. This will be her first criminal charge ever. Miss. Taylor has a squeaky clean record, so this is a huge blow. Chris and Kyrie, who have kept a low profile these past two month's of their dating, have both remained silent on the situation so far.-"
I grabbed the remote, turning off the TV, causing Kyrie to look at me crazy. "I was watching that!" She gasped, hugging her pillow closely to her chest. She looked like a little kid, wearing nothing but my T-Shirt, and her hair tied in a messy bun.
After the crazy activities of today, from Kyrie being arrested, to bailing her out, we'd finally made it past the crazy paps and to the house.
"I told you to stop watching that shit. All those blogs and news shows are saying the same thing, and twisting the truth. Don't feed into it." I said, tossing the remote to the side.
"This isn't fair baby. My name is being slandered, and the media is making me out to be the bad guy." Kyrie whined.
I sat next to her. "I have Keeis, Trey, August, and Red on the phone so we can talk. We were the ones involved that night, so we need to be on the same page."
"Oh so y'all have a brilliant plan that'll make this all magically go away?" Kyrie smacked, attitude heavy in her voice. I ignored it though. I knew it was a long day for her, and she was stressed.
I placed the call on speaker. "I just put y'all on speaker." I announced, waiting for someone to respond.
"I'm here." Red responded. "Me too." Keeis coughed.
"I'm listening." Trey replied. "I'm here too." August said.
"Okay so basically Brandon's ex fiancé, Michelle is the reason for Kyrie getting arrested. How they charged her with murder without evidence is beyond me, but I do know her and ole Tiller dude were plotting and scheming from the beginning." I looked at Kyrie, who was nervously biting her nails. "You said Kenneth would always ask you about Byron right?"
Kyrie nodded. "His name is Keith." She giggled.
"Did ya eva' tell Karlton 'bout what happened dat night? Cause he could use dat against you." August questioned.
Kyrie shook her head no like he could see her. "No, I always told him that we stopped speaking completely, and that I hadn't heard from him since then." She answered.
"I swear none of this make's sense." Red sighed. "I swear it don't." Keeis added.
"I'm not trying to go to jail for being an accomplice. Those niggas would rape me, and take my booty." Trey stated in a dreadful tone.
"I honestly think that this is about money for Michelle. She really isn't interested in finding Brandon. She just wants his money. Because him paying child support is all she ever talked about." Kyrie pointed out.
By now, everyone was talking, while I was forming plans in my own head as to how I wanted to handle the situation. I was determined to make this go away, and I was going to do just that. "Y'all I have a plan. I think." I spoke up.
"Well tell us nigga." Keeis laughed. I gave them the run down of what I wanted to do, hearing approval once I gave my proposal. "So y'all down to do this or nah?" I asked.
A chorus of "hell yeah's" sounded throughout the room.
"I swear this just turned into How To Get Away With Murder." Red said, causing us all to laugh.