#i have no idea where i got the gif or picture of Adam driver taking his shirt off from

[adam-banks2024]

Deja Vu

Part 1

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Kind of angst for now, backstory, arguments, and extremely slow burn. Also future poly

He’s insufferable

He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He’s annoying.

He is insufferable.

And I have to deal with him.

Of all the people Mrs. Moore could have partnered me with, she just had to choose him. It’s not like we even put a show on in public, and it’s sad but, everybody knows about the feud between us that started four years ago. 

I had just moved to town from three states over, and I didn’t know anyone my age. After a few weeks of summer went by of not knowing anyone, my dad convinced me to join the district’s hockey team. He told me that it was because he wanted me to make some friends, but I knew that he really just couldn’t afford to pay a babysitter. And my mother, well, she wasn’t in the picture. So I ended up having to go through the lost and found at six different ice rinks in Minnesota in order to get all of my equipment. At first, I was wary of the idea, but my dad said that it was kind of like shopping, so I agreed to go with him. Originally, we would have only had to search five rinks, but I couldn’t find any skates that were my size. After almost twelve hours of rummaging through sweaty pads and broken sticks, I had myself a full set of hockey gear.

Now I was on to the next challenge: How To Skate. I had been ice skating a couple of times before for birthday parties, but I’ve never been able to skate at the level that I had to in order to survive during an entire hockey game. I thought maybe it would just come to me naturally after attending a few practices. Until I did some research at the school library. Apparently, it takes a person at least two months to learn how to ice skate. But ignoring the negative, I decided to focus on the positive. ‘I could at least balance myself...and besides, I probably would be on the bench for every game...and just remember, you’re doing this for friends.’ These were the only three things that ran through my mind on the way to the ice rink. I was honestly terrified. I was scared that the other kids would make fun of me, or worse, ignore me. Well, maybe being made fun of is worse, but at least then they’d acknowledge me. I had to stop myself from thinking about that kinda stuff. I haven’t even attended a single hockey practice yet, and now I’ve added at least four more stressors into my life.

When my dad pulled up to the building, my stomach was tingling. My hands were clammy, and my eyebags had definitely seen better days. I wanted to run so fast away from this place, and not move at all at the same time.

“Nerves,” my dad said. He must’ve noticed from my frozen state in the backseat of his minivan. “You’ll do great! Just don’t break any bones.” He chuckled at the end in hopes that it would come off as a joke, but that is definitely not how it sounded.

To my surprise, I was the first kid that had arrived. I didn’t know much about the team, but I did know that most of the other kids had been on it since they were five or six years old. I was almost the exact opposite, thirteen and just starting. I wasn’t really sure why I was the first person to arrive, and it only added to my nervousness. 

I tried to brush it off as I saw someone outside in the parking lot leave a car holding a bag like you had. I could hear his muffled voice. “I’ll see you at six.” Whoever he was talking to must have responded because the boy spoke again, “yup, love you too.” A parent maybe. A mom? I could faintly make out a silhouette in the driver’s seat, but the glare from the sun blocked most of the car window.

Thank god someone else was here because at least now I knew that I was in the right place. But another problem arose. Now, different things were rushing through my head about what to say to the other boy. Should I make a joke, ask a question? Simply say ‘hello’? I didn’t know. So, I decided to settle on the most stupid thing anyone could ever say. 

“Are you on the hockey team?” What kind of question is that? He has a bag, this time is cut out specifically for hickey practice, and he has a hockey stick with him. Why else would he be here?

He looked up from where he was walking and stared at me awkwardly. It was likely that he wouldn’t have even noticed me if I hadn’t said anything to him. But I did. Which I regretted.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He went to keep on walking but he stopped himself quickly. “Are you?”

I had to keep a laugh in because the boy looked genuinely confused. Or maybe I misjudged that for concern. Still, though, it sounded a bit hopeful. This kid was really hard to read. Either way, I was pretty sure that he thought I couldn’t play hockey.

“Yeah. My dad made me join to make some friends.” 

Suddenly the boy’s demeanor changed. He seemed almost excited that there was a new kid on the team. “Well, I’ll be your first friend. My name’s Adam. Adam Banks. Walk and talk.” And then he started towards two big double doors.

My eyebrows rose at the sudden confidence, taken off guard, but at least he was being friendly. I adjusted your bags and followed right behind him. “So what’s it like here.”

He answered after struggling to open one of the doors, “Well it’s not so bad. It’s super cutthroat during the regular season but in the offseason, it’s pretty relaxed.” As I made myself around the outside of the rink, he kept rambling. “Especially during summer league. The kids who only play during that league have it nice. You’ll definitely survive.”

“Um, so what happens during the regular season?” The thought of angry yelling coaches wasn’t appealing to me, but I could make it work

Adam shrugged his bag up so it wouldn’t fall from his shoulder, “Well. Usually, coach yells at us, tells us that if we don’t win we’re failures, and everyone is constantly fighting to be a starter.” There was silence. “So that’s fun.” I just nodded my head, trying to take this all in. Adam didn’t say anything until he reached the locker room doors. Then he turned to me. “Yeah, but coach is a lot less lenient during summer because it doesn’t really matter for playoffs.”

I scoffed, “yeah, but I’ll eventually have to deal with him. Right?”

Adam’s expression flattened, “Wait, you’re doing winter league too?” He looked genuinely concerned, and now I was second-guessing joining hockey. If this boy didn’t think I could survive, then how could I? Even if I was just gonna sit on the bench, the way this kid was making it out to be was not sounding like the greatest way to make friends.

“Well, yeah. Is that bad?” I needed to hear him say it. Say that I should quit, or join dance, or something. Just so I could have an excuse to tell my dad in case the first day of practice goes awry.

He spoke fast, “Oh no, no. It’s just that--” 

“That I’m not good enough…”

He didn’t say anything. Harsh. I was just trying to make a joke but, I guess that’s what he was really thinking. We stood in silence for a few more seconds, and then he finally thought of something to respond with.

“No. I just feel like you’ll get hurt… and, um.”

I started to laugh. I applaud Adam for trying to make it seem like he didn’t think I was bad, but he just couldn’t do it. “Don’t sweat it, I know I’m gonna be bad.” He started to laugh with me. “Hey, at least I’ll get abs out of it.” 

He and I were actually pretty good friends for the most part. He was my first friend here in Minnesota. He taught me how to skate, and in turn, I offered him some sub-par jokes. He always used to laugh at my jokes even if they were awful. He was what I considered my best friend. He definitely wasn’t a best friend, I couldn’t confide in all of my secrets, and he couldn’t do the same to me, but Adam was the only kid I was friends with. We laughed hard, we fell on the ice together. He even told his mom that practices started to end later just so he could wait with me until my dad got off work and picked me up. 

Not long after we bonded, I hato the ducks. At the time, I didn’t know exactly what happened. All my dad said to me was something about how the coach wasn’t that nice, and that he didn’t want me on his team. I didn’t really care since hockey wasn’t something that I cared about too much. So I said goodbye to Adam and explained that I had to go. I didn’t say anything about the coach-not-liking-me part because then I thought he’d feel bad for me.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to switch teams too, but I think my dads’ gonna see if I can stay on the team.” He spoke almost as if he was trying to convince himself. I thought it was a great idea to tell him why he had to go to the ducks.

“They don’t want you, Adam. Maybe if you go to the ducks, you’ll get a coach who appreciates you.” I didn’t know what was wrong with what I said to him until about a year later, but by the time I finished my sentence, he was fuming.

The situation afterward was a blur, and I can’t remember what all was said. I just remember Adam touching on the fact how I’m an awful hockey player, and that he only talked to me because he felt sorry for me. Now, if my old coach had told me that I was awful at hockey, I’d be completely fine. I already knew that, and coach is just...coach. But hearing it come from Adam? It wasn’t like he was just telling me how it is, he wanted to hurt me.

It took me two weeks to stop thinking about the situation constantly, and then it started to fade away. I never even told him the real reason why I told him what I did, but now I have to work on a history project with him. How am I gonna do that if I can’t even tell him the reason for our quarrel that we had three years ago? Let alone complete a whole project?

“The syllabus will be given tomorrow, and the deadline for this project will be written under the ‘AP History’ bulletin. You may get to work.”

I slumped out of my desk and started putting away my things that were on the table attachment. During this, I tried to think of what I was going to say when I went over to him. I almost decided on either trying to make a truce or just acting like he didn’t exist.

He was slouched in his desk, pencil in hand, avoiding eye contact with me. As I sat down my stuff on an empty desk near him, his words startled me. “So, 50/50?”

I just stared at him. For some reason, my brain could not process what Adam had just said. It took a solid four seconds for me to respond. “I don’t understand.”

Adam’s eyebrows rose while his eyes rolled, “Of course you don’t.”

I scoffed, “What, you’re just gonna say some numbers and you think I’m gonna understand what you’re trying to say?”

He was leaning forward in his desk now, “Well you seemed to be doing well in calculus, so, yes.” A small, mocking smile was now gracing his face. 

I took in a deep breath to try and refrain from spewing whatever profanities came to mind. “Look, can we just set aside whatever this is so we can do this project?” He crossed his arms in response. “C’mon, I can’t afford to get a bad grade.” Still no response. If his goal was to ruin my life, he sure was on the right path. 

“What do I get out of it?”

The audacity.

“I’m just saying. I’ll be fine with one bad grade, so what exactly is the payoff for tolerating...you?”

So there was a shiny glimmer of hope, but it would definitely come at a cost. “Anything. Anything you want. Just please, tolerate me.”

He brought a hand to his chin, acting like he was pondering his choice, “but will it really be anything?”

“Oh my god, you are so annoying.”

“Watch it.” His voice was stern.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. But yes, anything. You name it.”

Did he even know what he wanted? Or was he just trying to play this out? Either way, I’m about to have a conniption if we don’t start working on this project soon.

We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Of course, Adam had to change his thinking position almost every second, until he decided on what he wanted. “Okay, here’s the deal. I help you get your precious little A, and you have to get me a date with Charlie.”

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[babi-correia]

Not-So-Ex-Wife

From Anon:

15 and 52 with jay halstead x depressed/stubborn reader whos also in intelligence please? thanks 👍🏻 

Words: 2057 Warnings: Canon-typical violence Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader A/N: Hope you like it!

“What’s up your ass today, (Y/L/N)?”

Any other day, that sentence would be playful banter that you’d engage and reply at the same level. Any other day, you would be in a good mood, even in the early morning. Any other day, you would not want to murder Adam the moment those words left his lips. But today was not any other day.

“Would you mind ever so kindly minding your own fucking business, Ruzek?” You snap, sitting at your desk and logging into your computer to begin the workday.

“Have you had your coffee yet? You sound like you need a caffeine fix.” Adam continues, continuing to push your nerves. You glare at him over the screen, the murderous intent clear as day in your eyes.

“Adam, either you cut it out or the case we’ll be solving today will be your murder.” You growl, sinking back into the chair and watching the computer screen as it loads. You take a pencil from the mug on your desk and twirl it around your fingers, trying to distract yourself.

You clench your jaw when Jay walks in and it goes unnoticed by precisely no one, Adam raising his brow as the pencil in your hand cracks slightly under your grip. Voight walks out of his office, waving a folder in his hand as Jay sits down.

“Halstead, you’re late.” Voight remarks, opening the folder and sticking some pictures onto the whiteboard. “We have a hot case. Some kids were playing on the trail when they found a woman’s body. Tracy Delaya, 25, choked briefly before being stabbed.”

“I’ve seen this M.O. before, back in Homicide.” You say, pointing at the peculiar stab pattern. “All women, early twenties, and by the pattern of the stabbing, I’d say she’s a Taurus.”

“What?” Adam is the one voicing the collective confusion as you get up and take a closer look at the stab wounds on the victim. You get back to your computer, pulling up the cold case files and printing them.

“Back when I was in Homicide we caught a string of cases like this.” You say, grabbing the freshly printed paper and pinning it to the whiteboard beside Tracy’s picture. “Anna, Clara, Dora, Patricia, and now Tracy. Anna was Capricorn, Clara was Aquarius, Dora was Pisces, Patricia was Aries, Tracy is Taurus. He’s following the star signs calendar with his murders.”

“He?”

“We got some DNA evidence on Clara, she scratched him. The DNA was degraded to the point where we couldn’t get an ID, but we could determine it was male.” You grab the felt pen and begin to write under the pictures, scribbling the women’s names, ages, and star signs. “The stab wounds have the pattern of the star sign’s constellation. He’s going after a Gemini now.”

“Do you still have contact with witnesses and CIs involved in this case?” Voight asks, making you scratch the back of your neck as you think.

“It was a few years ago, but I’ll give it a shot.” You say, grabbing your badge and your gun from the top of your desk and clipping them on your pants’ waist.

“Take someone with you.” Voight calls out after you, and you don’t even stop to call the person.

“Adam, come on.” You say, strutting down the stairs. The rest of the team exchange confused looks before Adam follows you downstairs and into your car, sitting in the passenger seat and facing you with a questioning look on his face.

“It’s always Jay. Jay’s your partner. What the hell is going on, (Y/L/N)?” Adam asks as you start the car, your eyes fixated on the road.

“Well, maybe I want to change it up. Maybe I’m too mad at something to even be able to see Jay. Maybe I’m entitled to have feelings.” You say, getting a confused squeak from Adam right as his phone rings with a text message.

“See. He’s asking me why you’re mad at him.” Adam mumbles. “What happened? Why are you mad?”

“Maybe if he didn’t lie to me, I wouldn’t be mad.” You say, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel when you get to a red stoplight. “Maybe if I hadn’t believed that he was different and that we had something nice going on I wouldn’t be like this. I always get my hopes up and now I’m fucked, as per usual, and I’m fucking angry at it, and at myself for allowing me to believe something good was coming out of this.”

“Stop, freeze frame, rewind, hold on for a second.” Adam says, shaking his head as he tries to make sense of what you just said. “You had something nice going on? He lied to you? Are the two of you dating or something?”

“…It’s complicated.” You grumble, going forward as soon as the sign turns green. “We meet up after work for drinks at either his or my place, we talk for hours, it’s been really nice, you know? Like one of those cliché relationship starts from the movies. It was probably just some normal partner relationship and I read too much into it. Anyway, I got carried away into thinking it was something more, and I saw him with someone else yesterday.”

“This… This is confusing. But this is also grounds for me to win the bet.” Adam says, rubbing his hands as you raise your brow at him. “Who was he with, though?”

“Abby McSweeney.” You snap, your grip on the wheel tightening as Adam’s eyebrows reach his forehead. “His darling ex-who-isn’t-really-ex-wife.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah. So I’m pissed. Mostly at myself, but seeing his face definitely does not help.”

You can see Ruzek picking up his phone and typing fervently as you park the car. You shake your head and get out of the car, spotting a hooded man walking towards one of your previous witnesses.

Drawing your gun, you creep up until you see the man just a couple of steps away from your witness, something metallic glinting in his hand.

“Chicago PD!” You shout, aiming your gun and stalking forward, making the man stop in his tracks before turning around and running in the opposite direction. You turn to Adam, nodding with your head towards the witness. “Adam, stay with her!”

You take off running after the man, feeling your muscles burning as you sprint as fast as you can, turning corners and leaping obstacles.

“Goddamn it (Y/L/N), wait up!” Adam shouts, sounding out of breath. “50-21 Ida, requesting back-up, two plain clothed officers pursuing a suspect on foot.”

You cut your path through a narrow alley and will yourself to go faster, tackling the suspect to the ground. You shout when the knife in his hand connects with your arm and then knicks your face, making you wrestle the knife out of his grasp and away from him, landing a few solid punches before Adam catches up and points his gun at the man on the floor, reinforcing the idea that he had nowhere to go.

You get up and get your cuffs, arresting the man and wiping the blood off your face.

“Never mind that, Main. Suspect is in custody.” Adam says into his radio, turning to you. “You know that fighting people, both verbal and physically, isn’t the only solution available for when things don’t go your way, right?”

-

The rest of the day seems to trickle by slowly, annoying you to no end. When the clock finally reaches the clock-out time, all of you get up and gather your things to go home for the day.

“Anyone up to go to Molly’s?” Kevin asks, giving everyone puppy eyes. You shake your head, putting on your jacket.

“Not me, I’m going home.” You say, gathering your house keys and jacket. “Long day, I’m sore, I need a bath and my bed.”

“Oh c’mon (Y/N), please join us!” He begs, hugging you from behind and making you chuckle.

“I’m really not in the mood Kev, I’m sorry. Some other time, ok?” You negotiate, making him let you go.

You wave your goodbyes at everyone before making your way down the stairs, making your way to your car. You exit the precinct’s doors and see the tanned brunette standing by Jay’s car, your blood beginning to boil over once again before you shake your head and briskly walk towards your car.

You unlock the driver’s door and get in, just sitting behind the wheel for a while as you watch the rest of the team leave the precinct through your rear-view mirror. With a clenched jaw, you watch as Jay goes to her. You fire up the engine and put on your seatbelt, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to your apartment.

You curse internally as you park your car in front of your apartment building and see Jay’s GMC pulling up on the opposite side; before, living across the street from your partner and best friend seemed like a godsend, but now it just seemed like a cruel punishment. You turn off your car and undo your seatbelt, trying to get out of the car and into the apartment building before Jay notices that you’re only just arriving as well, but no such luck.

He crosses the road in a jog, catching up to you as you’re making your way up the stairs and grabbing your arm, turning you around.

“What’s going on?” He asks, his blue eyes pleading as he tries to find the answer on your face. “We’re partners, and today you ditched me for Ruzek? You didn’t even talk to me all day. What did I do?”

“Nothing.” You say, pulling your arm out of his grasp. You hate yourself for how much you’re about to lie, but you can’t let him know the truth. “Just felt like switching it up a bit.”

You unlock the outer door, greeting your downstairs neighbor as you pass by her in the hallway. You can hear Jay hot on your tail and curse internally, hoping he just gets the message and leaves you alone.

“You’re not acting like usual, (Y/N). Please, talk to me.”

“Aren’t we all not acting like usual?” You can’t help yourself but remark, rolling your eyes at him. You can hear a little shocked huff coming from Jay as you unlock the door and take one step inside before turning around and blocking the entrance for him. “Look, Jay, I just want to relax a bit and tend to my cuts and sore muscles, ok? Just leave it.”

“I can’t leave it.” He says, planting his hand firmly on the door as you move to close it. “I want to know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong; I was the one screwing up.” You say, hating the tremble that presents itself in your voice. “I was the one dumb enough to believe you’d ever see me as anything more than a partner and a friend, I was the one dumb enough to believe anyone could love me. Truth is, I don’t deserve to be loved, and I fooled myself into thinking otherwise. I hope you and Abby are happy.”

You’re sniffling by the end of your little rant, your eyes glued on the floor as silence fills the hallway. You meekly move to close the door, feeling the tears brimming your eyes when Jay bursts inside, nearly tackling you. He holds you up and closes the door with his foot, eyes wide with disbelief.

“You think me and Abby are together?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not, this is a huge misunderstanding, oh my god. I’ve been meeting her because we’re finally formalizing the divorce. I served her papers a couple weeks ago. And what bullshit it that about not deserving to be loved? You’re one of the most lovable people I know, (Y/N). Hell, I don’t even know how long I fell head over heels with you, but I did, and I fell so fucking hard, you have no idea.”

The tears fall from your face as he gently cups it, leaning his forehead against yours as you start laughing hysterically before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Want to stay and watch a movie?”

“Of course.”

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[calypsoff]

Eighty Four. Part 4

Chris held the side of the car as he tried to slowly turn himself. My hand on his back still, I’ve been through this with Chris already so I know how to handle when he was limping around during that dark period of time for us “you got it” stepping back, he jumped into the SUV “yeah” nodding my head stepping back “can you make sure you go straight to hospital and get him a wheelchair, not any hospital too. Private please” I said to my driver “I will” he smiled at me; Adam moved away from the car as I went to just see how he is “how you feeling? How did you even fall?” Holding onto the side of the car door just looking at his sad face, he is so sad “he was running down the steps and I just jumped on him, and we both fell but I was the one that was getting it the most, I guess it was the way I fell. It’s just a lot of pain, I can’t walk on it” he mumbled “you think you are Spider-Man, jumping around like that. You are getting old now, can’t be doing that” Chris laughed “I know” least he laughed “well just make sure you go to the hospital, speak soon ok” Chris is emotional, moving back from the car “thank you” I said to my driver, staring at Chris as he put his head down, I proved my point, but I don’t like to see him sad and hurt, he is very hurt. He really believed that Drake was his friend, taking him on as his own like that. The door closed and I turned to Adam “thank you for helping me a little” I laughed “I did nothing but watch, you did it. You were doing all the pleading, he is very strong I must admit, I think he would have killed him if he wasn’t who he is, never seen such anger” turning around to go back to the studio “yeah, he gets like that” that was very dramatic, meaning I didn’t expect Chris to hurt his leg like that anyways, I need a blunt.

Walking back into the studio and looked at my entourage “Jah and Tina are useless” I had to point that out “I was scared, you seen those ninja moves he was doing!? The nigga was jumping everywhere, I am not shocked he was scared” sitting down in a huff, I can tell everyone is in shock still, but I am tired “for a skinny guy he has some strength on him, he was dragging you literally around with him like you weighed nothing” Jahleel said “I know, I was literally trying to dig my shoes to the ground to stop him but he wouldn’t, god. What a mess” I sighed out “Drake is actually in love with you, hearing the whole conversation and seeing him with heart eyes when he looked at you, he was very much lost in your eyes. We were all looking at each other like what the fuck, he was doing the most even when Chris wasn’t here. But how is he? Chris I mean” Mel added “he’s ok, very upset. I think he’s realised that I wasn’t the bad person, I was looking out for him but also I need to be careful because he’s lost a friend, he lost someone that he cared for. He’s going through it right now; he’s hurt his leg so he’s going to hospital. He literally jumped on Drake and they both fell down the steps, so yeah. But I’m glad it’s over, he’s out of my life because I couldn’t take it, I really couldn’t” shaking my head “don’t blame you, he was so weird with you. Like a dog” Tina added, I laughed to myself, I am tired after that “so about this studio, what we doing now?” Looking around the room, it’s a mess “first we need to get the security tape, this will not come out at all. And get a cleaning team and whatever, I will pay for damages. I am trusting you all with this, please don’t disappoint. I have had a long day, like I am sure” pulling my sleeve back “yeah, I know I got hit in the arm, but we move forward, we will get another studio room to finish off. But shall we call it a night?” My team nodded they head; they have seen enough clearly.

Rylee is asleep of course she was, I went for some food before coming back to the apartment. I did say I would maybe call Chris, but I am, it’s only right of me because he is my husband and he’s going to feel alone right now “Rorrey” I have an idea actually “what’s up little sis?” I am always little in his eyes “would you do me a favour?” Sitting next to him “depends?” I hope he complies; I know Chris is going to be feeling low. I know my husband; he’s not going to be himself and I don’t want him to be alone because that is just me, I care. I always did but he wouldn’t let me because he was being an ass “Chris and Drake got into a little fight, Chris heard everything drake was saying about me and even him, long story short. He’s upset, a lot has been said and he’s hurting because we all know Drake been wanting to date me. He’s in hospital well I hope so, I don’t want him to be alone in New York, can you stay with him. You have no reason to be angry with him, only I am. But can you? I don’t want him to be alone, but he also doesn’t deserve me being there” Rorrey is quiet; he is thinking but I will let him think on it “I don’t have an issue with him, I dislike seeing you sad that is all but fine. I can hang with him, I don’t mind” I love my brother “thank you” that has made me happy “I know he isn’t a bad guy so yeah, cool I will” least I know I can rely on Rorrey, let me go to bed and then also call Chris to check on him.

Placing the covers over my legs as I waited for the call to be picked up, it is just ringing out so maybe he doesn’t want to talk and the voicemail came up, so I guess he doesn’t want to speak to me, locking my phone and throwing it on my lap. Today was a very eventful day but I got what I wanted out of this, I needed Chris to see what I was seeing and yes it may have hurt him, but it needed to happen, my phone started ringing out. Peaking over and seeing its Chris that is calling me, answering the call and placing it against my ear “hi” I breathed out, I wonder how he is “hey, I fell asleep then I felt my phone ringing then I saw it’s you. Everything ok?” He’s asking me if I am “just in bed really, I just wanted to know if you are ok?” I hope he is “I’m in hospital still, they have me in a bed and everything. I have to have a few scans on my leg, I don’t know how long that will be. My ankle is all bruised so yeah, I don’t know. I hope not. It is all bruised on my side; I took the brunt of it so yeah. I don’t know” oh god “damn, you fell that bad. Your anger got the better of you, did you eat? Well have you ate?” I asked “nah not yet, I’m still angry at it all. I just don’t feel like I am in the mood” that is understandable of him “you’re really in a better position Chris, you have so much to go for with you. Last time you had no insurance remember that? Look at you now; you have it, you don’t have to worry. What I mean is, don’t think about what he said. Move on, don’t dwell on it” I want him to just be a better person and move on “true, my stuff is still with Drake, I need it back. Can you sort that out for me somehow? He has my suitcase on the bus and things just around, at the hotel they are staying too” letting out an oh “I can get it back for you, don’t worry. I’ll call you tomorrow, see how you are” he’s going to be miserable there “I love you Robyn” closing my eyes as he said that “bye Chris” disconnecting the call, I am angered with him. I do care for him, but he needs to learn.

You know what, for a woman that is trying to not care I am caring. I have dealt with his suitcase situation, got Rorrey to go and get it. He’s gone there, Chris is still in hospital so once Rorrey is back he can take Rylee to see her dad there, I am going to go to the studio so I can get back to Cali and deal with business there “you seem busy” Jahleel said as I cleaned the countertop “morning Princess” he lightly touched her hand, Rylee is sat in her favourite spot watching me “I am, dealing with Chris” he let out an oh “so what happened?” He asked “they are doing scans on his leg, so they kept him in but he’s feeling so low about everything so I asked Rorrey to be there for him, he said ok and then he said Drake had my stuff still so Rorrey has gone to get his stuff, I am happy I have a supportive brother like that or it would be you on Chris duties, I’m going to the studio and Rylee is going to see her daddy at hospital, with my brother of course” Jah cooed out “you are are softie; you’re there for him but then you’re not. Good, to me it shows that you do care, but you won’t get close because he messes up, I hope he gets better anyways” nodding my head in agreement “same, he’s going to be clingy. I know him, he’s going to want me, and he won’t be happy that I’m not” Jah laughed “men are big babies” he is right with that.

Rorrey bought Chris’ things back to the apartment first and he took a lot of shit with him, I am just clearing out the things that are a mess, like clothes he hasn’t washed. I have no idea what is washed and what isn’t, so I am confused “you look so confused” Mel laughed, sniffing his clothes “mhmm, I think that is washed” Mel snorted laughing “you really out here sniffing his clothes huh?” I chuckled shaking my head “it’s a mess, but you know searching through his things. He has this” reaching to the side of the suitcase, picking the polaroid up and turning it to Mel “that is Rylee’ first picture and the moment when she was born, he has this in the suitcase” Mel cooed out as she moved the clothes to the side so she can sit down “so what happens now then, between you two? Now he knows” she asked “erm, I don’t know but right now I am married to him so I may not see him butI will take care of him from afar, it is down to him but he has missed moments and I don’t know really, just see how it goes” I shrugged “there is rumours sparking too, Jen was just telling me. That Chris and Drake, something happened. I am glad we got rid of the tapes and stuff, but it’s going to come out eventually I guess” I know it will “oh my god, Tina bumped into an old friend by the way. When she was getting us food, she was in the queue and Rocky tapped her on the shoulder and said where is your boss, heard she was in town. Even asked how she was” he is so calm since; I don’t know who beat him to humble him.

I can’t believe everything that went on, I am actually shook as fuck. I didn’t see that coming at all, and on top of that I have a fracture on my ankle, so my ankle is bruised and swollen, they are deciding on what to do, I don’t want a cast but I don’t think I have choice in that I think “you want lunch?” the nurse asked “painkillers please” I don’t want nothing else “you need food for that” I think she is sick of me, I do annoy her a lot “can I go home now?” when I say home I mean the hotel I have booked “once your leg is in a cast” I groaned out “I don’t need a cast please, like this is taking too long please let me go” I pleaded “it could be a protective footwear if you didn’t have several hairline fractures but we need to make sure you keep the weight off it, look at your leg and having looked at your records you need it” this is a mess “fine, get me anything” I mumbled resting my head back on the pillow. This is such a mess, everything that happened is a mess, it was never supposed to be like this. I really thought Drake was a friend, but he really wanted my wife, and I really didn’t believe her, I thought that Robyn misjudged him because he is so believable “you’re here for Chris?” lifting my head up, is it Robyn. My eyes lit up; it could be her. She is the only one to know, she only knows where I am “yes I am thank you” I shouldn’t feel deflated, but I am, but also I am not because it is my daughter “what?” I said in shock “special visitor for you and she bought a flower” poking my lips out “for you” Rorrey held out the flower “Robyn just took it from her flowers” I chuckled “of course she did, hey pookie” taking Rylee from Rorrey, she looks so confused right now.

Rylee just wants to hold the flower; she wants to snatch it from me, so I placed it away from her. She has grown too much without me, I am missing out “I love your dress, you look so pretty. You really do” pressing a kiss on her cheek “love you” Rorrey came out from the bathroom “your foot looks bad bro” he pointed out, I chuckled placing Rylee down on my lap looking at her “bad, I just hate it” I said smiling “you still smiling though” nodding my head “of course, seeing my daughter you know? But thank you for coming” watching him sit down “I am not Robyn” he held his hands up laughing “far from it, she would be telling me off as soon as she walks in but thank you” it’s nice he came, I am shocked he came “she would be, what the fuck happened though? You know what, I think we was protecting you I thought he wouldn’t be like that?” he said “Rorrey, I fucked up with your sister. I have, I did what I shouldn’t have done, and I am sorry, I just messed up. I need to process everything, you know” I mumbled “don’t worry about Robyn, meaning that you haven’t lost her, on a real you haven’t, you just got to push yourself and show her you’re sorry but gather yourself. We have your stuff back too; she has sorted it out for you” Rorrey said, and I trust his word because Rorrey has been around Robyn.

I am so pissed off not going to lie, they put a cast on me. I can’t believe this shit, again. I have to keep this on for six weeks, for what. Rorrey knows I am pissed off, I am very pissed off “you must have really pushed yourself to beat his ass Chris” I am on crutches now too but we are leaving the hospital now and going to the hotel “oh you got twin beds?” Rorrey asked, lifting my head up to look at him “mhmm why?” knitting my eyebrows together “because we are roomies nigga, I am staying with you” I am so confused “why?” Rorrey chuckled “because the apartment is tight, that is why. So I was like I might as well be with you” my smile grew “oh wow, thank you. We could get a bigger room, penthouse?” Rorrey laughed out “you paying?” nodding my head “ah, good man ok. We can do that; you hear that Rylee. Your dad is paying up” the elevator doors opened, I hate that I am on these crutches. Jumping around on one foot “the SUV out here?” I said, looking behind me at Rylee and Rorrey “yeah bro, it is” I am a little fast on this, I mean it’s like second nature to me being on these. Leaving the double doors “Chris! What happened to your leg? Is everything ok?” looking over at the one guy outside this place, shaking my head just going to the SUV “don’t film my daughter bro” I said “I’m not, I am just here for you. Did you have a fight, where is your wife?” of course they are asking that, I need to be working on Robyn, I need to get her back on side but here I am on these bitch ass crutches.

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[skamthemuse-blog]

Chapter 5: The Tape

8 hours earlier…

“Elias your music is shit,” Adam yelled from the back of Yousef’s car, jammed in between Mikael and Mutta. Elias turned it up louder, flipping his friend off as he did so. Yousef sighed loudly and turned it back down, not taking his eyes off the road.

This had been the tone all trip. They were all so close to jumping down each other’s throats it was as if they were in a pitch-black dynamite factory and someone was walking around blindly with a match. None of them had been in a good mood since the premiere. This was probably due to the severe sleep deprivation the Hei Briskeby boys were facing. The Saturday night they had all gone down to the police station with Even. They had been there all night and all they could get was a “we don’t know” and “we’re looking into it” from the officers. On Monday morning they had decided Even wasn’t going home alone. They had all wanted to be with him, arguing over whose house he was going to stay at. Then, Eskild had shown up. He said that Magnus had called him. Eskild let them know that Noora was gone for the next few days and he would be more than happy to have Even stay with them. The boys knew there was no arguing with Eskild on this matter. When Eskild offered his hospitality, there was no saying no.

They had stayed with their friend at the Collective all Sunday night, taking shifts sleeping, but no one saw Even after they got through the front door. He had locked himself in Noora’s room and refused to let anyone else in. Eskild had made it clear that he could deal with the situation alone after Mikael fell asleep, after his thirty-first hour awake, over a bowl of cereal and almost drowned in the milk. From there, the boys gone to Yousef’s house. Since the moment they had walked through Yousef’s door on Monday, they had been trying to piece together what could have happened but the harder they tried, the more implausible things got. The worst part was that no one would tell them anything. And to them, that translated to no one knew anything.

It was around 3am on Tuesday morning when Elias had loudly exclaimed, “Fuck it! This isn’t working!” He hadn’t really known what would work but he knew he had to get out of the house. They couldn’t just sit around waiting for a phone call that would never come.

Yousef had looked at him with empty eyes, defeated as the rest, “Then what do you want to do?”

“Drive,” Elias replied with the first thing that popped into his head. “We go see where exactly they went missing and we find them.”

“The police are—”

Elias cut Yousef off “The police aren’t doing shit! And we can’t sit around until it’s too late. We have to do something.

No one had argued. No one had the energy to. So, after catching what little sleep they could, the group disembarked on their mission. They had no idea where exactly they were going. They knew the road and that Jonas and Isak had disappeared somewhere between point A and B on a map, but no news coverage had said exactly where. Part of the problem was that the road all looked the same.

“Stop!” Mutta yelled about twenty-six minutes into the trip, startling everyone in the car. Yousef slammed on the breaks. The car behind him narrowly missed crashing into the back of their vehicle. Yousef slunk down slightly as the driver behind sped past, spewing obvious obscenities at him and flipping him off as they went.

“Mutta!” Yousef yelled, turning around. He was giving his best stern dad look. It would have been humorous if they hadn’t almost been part of high-speed collision.

Mutta pointed to a tree beside the road. It looked like all the rest of them, so it took a second to figure out what they were supposed to be looking at. This tree itself wasn’t significant, but the yellow police tape attached to the trunk marked what they were seeking. This was where Isak and Jonas had gone missing.

Yousef pulled over to the side of the road. Everyone got out of the car. The group stood around in silence for a moment. Elias didn’t know what he thought they could find but everything seemed so… normal. As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It made Elias sick just thinking about it.

“We’re not going to find anything here,” Adam proclaimed after about ten minutes of the group just standing there. Like the world’s longest moment of silence. They had all been thinking it, but he was the only one brave enough to vocalize it.

“But where next?” Mikael asked.

Yousef turned and walked back to the car. As he opened his door, he called around, “There’s a gas station a few kilometers back. If they stopped anywhere before they got here, it would be there. Maybe they saw them.”

With that, they were off again. Connecting the dots on an empty map. Maybe eventually they’d see the full picture.

***

The gas station was busy. Cars were coming and going faster than Elias could keep up with. Unfortunately, it turned out to be faster than the employees could either.

“Sorry boys,” the attendant at the front counter told them after they had explained the situation, “I just don’t remember your friends. I told the police that too. We see a lot of people in here every day.”

“Please just take one more look,” Mikael pleaded, holding up the photo of Isak and Jonas on his phone once more.

Yousef leaned over the counter, “Do you have a security tape we can check?”

“If I did, the cops would already have it,” the attendant continued. “Ours stopped working about a week ago, before your boys came through here. It just shows static. We have a guy coming to fix it tomorrow, but I guess that won’t help you all that much.”

“Not at all actually,” Elias muttered under his breath. Yousef elbowed him gently in the rib.

“Thanks anyway,” Yousef smiled. He guided his disappointed friends towards the door.

Once outside, all the boys headed in the direction of the vehicle, deflated. Except for Yousef. Yousef walked straight to the road adjacent to the gas station. He didn’t stop and wait for them. He just kept walking. The other boys watched him in confusion.

“Where are you going?” Elias asked, jogging to catch up with his best friend.

“Just because the gas station doesn’t have a camera, doesn’t mean someone else around here won’t.”

“You think someone else saw them driving by?”

“I don’t know. But it’s better than turning around and going home with nothing.”

Yousef was right. Turning back home right now would just make everyone more frustrated and upset. They would repeat the cycle they had been on for the last few days of waiting and hoping. The funny thing about hope was that there was only so much of it one had to run on. Elias didn’t want to know what was left after hope, but he knew that they were all soon to find out if they didn’t find some semblance of an answer.

Elias walked, stride by stride with Yousef down the street. Most of the shops weren’t open yet this early in the morning. They were mostly unassuming mom and pop shops. They weren’t the kind for big security systems. Or most of them weren’t. Yousef stopping in front of the exception: Happily Ever After Wedding Gowns. It wasn’t much, but there was a little camera hanging from inside the window that faced out onto the street. While it wasn’t open, there was a generic looking young man, around their age, steam cleaning a dress inside.

Yousef knocked on the window of the store. The man looked up. He pointed gestured to the closed sign. Yousef took a step back. Elias stepped in, knocking harder this time. The man opened the door.

“Sorry buddy but we’re closed,” the man said, trying to fake confidence that he obviously didn’t possess. He seemed scared of Yousef and Elias. If Elias had to guess, it was racial prejudice showing its face, based on the way he was looking at them.

“Come back in two hours,” the man began closing the door. Elias stuck his foot in it, preventing him from doing so. He didn’t have time for this.  

“Look, we’re not here to buy a dress,” Elias said, annoyed.

Yousef explained for his friend, “We think that you can actually help us with a missing persons case.”

“A what?”

Elias pointed to the camera in the window, “The video on that camera may be the last thing to see Isak Valtersen and Jonas Vasquez.”

“I saw them in the paper this morning.”

“Can we please just check.” There was a desperation to Yousef’s question that both boys knew the dress shop man couldn’t ignore.

The man opened the door back up all the way. “Look, the footage from last week is on my laptop at home, but if you want, my fiancé’s there right now. I can get her to show you it. Let me just write you down the address.”

***

Elias and Yousef had gathered their rest of their team and made their way on foot to the apartment complex that the man had written down for them. It wasn’t too far away. The location of the wedding dress shop must have been planned because of the apartment’s location. It couldn’t have been the other way around. It didn’t really seem like the sort of place you would just put a bridal store. To each their own.

Once inside the apartment, the boys climbed up to the second floor. They stopped in front of number 204 and knocked on the door. It didn’t take long for a young woman with blonde hair to open it. As soon as Elias saw his face he recognized her. She was someone who was has always made herself hard to forget.

“Vilde?”

***

The boys sat in Vilde’s living room awkwardly. They had come to find answers to one mystery and found themselves solving another. Elias had never known Vilde well. They had chatted back and forth that one time in high school, flirting a little. He’d always thought she was cute. She still was. But she looked a lot more… tired? Yeah, that was the word he would use. Tired.

Admittedly, he didn’t know much about what had happened between his sister and Vilde. All he really knew is that one moment all the girls were best friends and the next they weren’t. When he had asked Sana about it she just changed the subject. He had asked Even about it once but Even said that he really didn’t know. He knew bits and pieces of gossip from Isak and his other friends, but he couldn’t say any of it was more than just rumours. He also said that what he did know for sure, he couldn’t say, for Magnus’ sake. One thing that was consistent across all the stories that Elias had heard from various people, was that Vilde started drinking a lot more in her senior year. It was getting to dangerous levels. Apparently, alcoholism was something that ran in her family. He remembered Even saying Sarah had helped Vilde get through some of it back before Vilde left. He wondered if she was still drinking.

“Your uh, fiancé seems nice,” Yousef said, trying to alleviate the crushing silence that had a grip on the room.

“Oh, he’s not my fiancé,” Vilde replied quickly. It was almost defensive.

“But he said…”

“He’s asked me a couple times. I’ve never officially said yes. Why put a label on happiness?” Odd.

“But you two own the dress shop, right?” Yousef continued.

“Oh yeah. Well, it was my idea but it’s under his name. And his money too. He’s an entrepreneur.”

“How did you meet him?”

“I don’t really remember,” Vilde replied, holding a steady smile. It was obvious to the boys that she was lying, and they knew she could tell because she changed the subject, “Why did you come here?” It dawned on Elias that she must not know about Isak and Jonas. If she did she would have put two and two together. Or maybe, if she knew, she would come home to her friends.

“Um, it’s kind of a long story,” he started. What do I even say. “Actually,” Elias continued, “it’s about Isak and Jonas.”

“Are they here too?” Vilde looked a little nervous. As if the thought of more people she had known back in her adolescence would see her like this.

“They, uh-” Elias looked over to Yousef. He hated to be the bearer of bad news.

Yousef took the hint, “They’re missing.”

Vilde’s brow furrowed, “Missing?” That obviously hadn’t been what she was expecting. For Elias, it was proof she really hadn’t known.

“Yeah. That,” Elias replied.

“Since when?”

“Friday night,” Yousef replied. “Look, Vilde we think the camera in your shop may have seen them come through here. Then we can pinpoint the exact time it happened. It’s our only lead right now.”

“Why haven’t you told the police?”

“The police haven’t done shit,” Elias said. “It’s been four days and we’ve heard nothing. We don’t have time to wait. Please, Vilde. They were your friends too.”

Vilde stood up and walked into the next room without a word. Elias wasn’t sure for a moment if she was actually intending on helping or running away from answering them. Thankfully, she returned a moment later with the laptop. She set it down in front of them, already on Friday’s video.

“You’ll have to fast-forward to whenever they were here,” Vilde told them. She took a step back but didn’t leave. She was just as interested in what may be on that tape as they were.  

Yousef leaned forward, sliding the video bar on the laptop forward. He looked over at Mutta and asked, “What time did Even say that Isak left that voicemail for him?”

“18:16,” Mutta replied.

“It has to be before then, if their car was found after town,” Adam said.

It took just under half hour to reach town from the spot where they had found the police tape. The footage must be in there somewhere. Yousef found the window of time he was looking for. Then, they sat and watched. And watched. And watched. After twenty minutes, they realized it was a lost cause.

“Maybe they took another road,” Mikael offered.

“No,” Yousef shook his head. They wouldn’t have. “It’s got to be here somewhere.”

“Maybe they called before they came in?” Vilde said, from her spot off to the side. Everyone looked at her. The call sounded like that’s where they ended, but if the abruptness of the call’s end was somehow unrelated….

Yousef slid the time bar forward on the video slowly, watching as the frame went by. “There!” Adam yelled as he did, pin pointing the spot they were looking for. There was Mahdi’s car driving past.

“Zoom in,” Mutta said. Yousef did as he was told. That’s when they saw something no one was expecting. The face that popped up on the screen was blurry, but everyone knew it wasn’t Isak or Jonas. Someone else was in the car with their friends. And that someone knew where Isak and Jonas were. “Who’s that in the driver’s seat?”

***

The drive home was much livelier than the ride back. Everyone was on edge, minds racing. Elias was holding a flash drive in his lap with the only bit of hope they had found since their worlds were turned upside down. He checked his phone for the first time since he had got to Vilde’s house. He had a bunch of missed messages from Sana. He needed to tell someone about what had happened, and Sana seemed like the person to tell. He called her.

“Now you call me! What the hell, Elias?” Sana asked.

“Hey, Sana, before you get mad, I really gotta tell you something,” Elias said quickly, trying to get it all out before she stopped him. Yousef took his eyes off the road for a moment, almost cautioning him about what he was about to say. Elias decided to start with the news about Vilde, “I think we just saw your friend.”

“What friend?”

“The ex-one. You know, Vilde.”

“Wait,” Sana asked. “I’m going to put you around speakerphone. Okay, what did you say?”

“We saw Vilde,” Elias repeated. “But that’s not even the biggest thing we found. God, I don’t know how we’re going to tell Even but—”

“Tell me what?” Elias heard a male say on the other end.

“Even?” Elias asked.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Even answered.

Elias moved the phone away from his face. He mouthed to his friends “It’s Even.”

“Don’t tell him,” Mikael replied quickly, leaning forward in his seat.

“No tell him,” Adam argued, pushing Mikael back against his seat. “He needs to know.”

Yousef took his eyes off of the road, turning to Elias, opening his mouth to weigh in on the debate. As he did this, he missed the light at the intersection turning from yellow to red. Elias never got to hear what Yousef was going to say. What happened after was all a blur. Mutta was yelling at Yousef to look out. Yousef jerked the steering wheel to avoid the inevitable impact from the truck speeding towards them from the cross lane. Then, their car spun out into the embankment below. The vehicle rolled once as it descended. It all happened so quick that Elias didn’t have time to process what was happening before the airbags engulfed him. Then, everything went black.

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[calypsoff]

Eighty Four. Part 3

Chris sent me pictures of Rylee and him together and it’s the cutest thing ever, I love that she is with her dad, and he sent me pictures too, it makes me laugh because it’s like he is holding a mini me, she seems content with her daddy and it’s pulling at my heartstrings. The selfies are cute actually, I like them. Also like that he hasn’t posted them, he’s sent them to just me, but you can tell he’s made a mess of her dress already. Like the milk belongs on her clothes, and I can even tell he’s done a diaper change, the little skirt is put wrong way, men. But it’s cute, my daughter is happy, so I am happy, but I am about to ruin the day, wish I wasn’t though but I am. I need my daughter back and with Rorrey, he’s coming to get her because I do not want her here when it all kicks off. I would say I feel nervous, but I don’t, I need to show Chris that I meant well, and I am innocent. He is feeding Chris shit about me but what I hate is that Chris is taking it, he should be saying nah that is my wife don’t speak on her like that, but he didn’t, and I want him to feel shit about it so we will see, tapping on Chris’ number, pressing my phone to my ear. Watching Rorrey walk in and sit next to Tina “hey” Chris seems out of breath “uhm, what you doing?” I questioned “Rylee fell asleep just now, and I was running away with the phone so like she doesn’t hear” looking at the clock, she’s having a nap now. It’s near the evening “so she’s been playing all that time? She been playing up” now I am concerned about my daughter “she was just turning up with me so she didn’t sleep, she was fussing so yeah” letting out an oh “shit, you don’t have the car seat” I just realised, placing my hand on my forehead “can you walk?” Why am I saying that “ignore that, I need you to come to the studio, I have a little trouble. If you can, please?” The line went silent “are you ok?” He is all concerned “yeah, just come to the studio. I have the car seat, just I don’t know. Hold her close and bring Rylee here ok?” My SUV took him to his hotel, so the seat is in there, but my driver is gone right now “yeah, but I’m concerned now?” I chuckled “just come, don’t be concerned” poor guy is panicking now, I feel bad.

I sighed out placing the phone on the soundboard “I feel like there is a master plan happening” Rorrey said looking around him, I just laughed out “a little, you don’t need to know anyways” laughing at him “you seem happier, since Chris has been around” look at him pointing it out “mhmm you think?” I chuckled “I don’t think I know; I see it with you sister, you’re very elated” I shrugged, I mean I had sex so I am going to be happy, but I will just shrug constantly “I am happy he has seen his daughter” Mel slowly made her way over to me “all good?” Nodding my head, Mel just gave me an awkward smile “imagine if he tells Chris anything, you know we are fucked” I laughed at her saying we, she is my ride or die “I know, just a little sad actually” I said in in a whisper “that he didn’t trust me? Like am I a whore? Do I seem like a woman that would” Mel blew out air “if I didn’t know you, I would say you had men. They fall at your feet Robyn, you can get any when you want, maybe he is the insecure one, you know?” Nodding my head, I guess she has a point “I hate that title, I really do because I am in a way not that kind of person. I do not sleep around, I thought Chris was different, I thought he cares for me, but he cared more for what others thought, that does hurt” nodding my head and then putting my head down “I am ok” lifting my head up again “need to deal with this at hand, get Rorrey out. Just have us here, you know” Mel nodded her head, we are on a mission.

Pressing my lips into a hard thin line as Chris came into the studio, he looks harassed and so does my daughter. She is not happy at all, he placed the baby bag down “hey” he looked around, a small smile played on my face because of how harassed he looks, Rylee is not going to be in a good mood “how did you come here?” He has no car seat “Uber, how else” he made his way over to me “is she not happy” Chris turned himself to the side, Rylee saw me and that was it for her, she cried “how long did she sleep for?” Reaching my hands out “calm down you, you are so grumpy” carefully taking Rylee from Chris, shushing her as I bought her into me “ok, I know you’re tired. It’s ok” holding her close “get me her pacifier please, Rorrey. Please, sleep first. Straight away, no playing about” watching Chris make his way to the bag “she slept like twenty minutes then you called” looking down at Rylee, she is so sad, and her eyes are tired “this what happens when you play too much” pressing a kiss to her cheek “what was the rush? Or didn’t you trust me with her” shaking my head taking the pacifier from him “take a seat, I will tell you once I settle her” placing the pacifier in Rylee’ mouth “Rorrey, as soon as you get to the apartment. Milk and sleep, she is tired, and she may sleep through actually. I will change her diaper before you go” Rorrey is really going to have an unsettled Rylee now, her routine has changed.

Rorrey left with Rylee, and I walked them out, put her in the seat and settled her so they can go back in peace. I want this over with now so yeah, this will be fun “what happened? Like I am really confused right now? Is this where you tell me we need to talk and stuff? Did I do wrong?” Shaking my head smiling at Chris “I just think you need to open your eyes with things and know the people you hang with, I have been called a liar by you, you may not have said it but I felt it, so I now have a point to prove with you, because me. I was being selfless, and I was trying to protect you in this, but I feel like I have failed in a weird way, that is because you made me feel like that, you don’t trust me, but I have to do this. It’s sad that I do but Chris, you left me no choice when you let Drake enter our marriage” Chris groaned out “not that again” he said “of course it’s that, I want you to hear something and once I know then you can go” looking at Mel “about ten minutes” she said, nodding my head “what are you doing? You are setting me up?” He is getting so uptight “Chris, it’s me. I am not setting you up, but you need to go through this to know the truth, I am your wife and I want what is best for you, you know that right?” Chris looking away from me, he isn’t happy, and I understand that, but I got to do it, I know he doesn’t trust me, but he has no choice in this right now.

Drake is coming and Chris decides it’s a great idea to kick off now about it “Robyn I am not going in there when I don’t know what the fuck you doing? What the fuck?” he shouted “don’t shout ok? Listen to me right” my eyes catching my people just watching on while he is acting like a whole ass, he didn’t need to do this but he did, of course he did “right” I breathed out, looking up at him “you don’t believe me when I told you and said what I said, you don’t even fucking believe Drake is the person I am telling you he is” Chris’ eyebrows knitted together, now I feel nervous “if you don’t do this then I can’t save the marriage we have because I look like a liar to you and I can’t live with that, you thinking I slept around” his face softened “what does Drake got to do with this?” he questioned “a lot” I swallowed hard “it was a mix up Robyn, he said you gave him mixed messaged and it was wrong” my eyes bulged out “I flat out never fucking wanted him, he is a liar. You go in that booth there, you put them headphones on, or you remain the dumb nigga he thinks you are” Chris is so fucking stubborn “he is literally coming” Mel said in a panicked tone, Chris huffed out and walked off, I breathed out closing my eyes, he is such an idiot.

I sat down on the chair; Adam is just watching on all wide eyed. He is so confused on what is happening and why this is happening, looking over at him and quickly grabbed the rolled up blunt and sat back, the studio door opened, I expected an entourage but nothing, he listened like he would “hey, my people. How are you all, Mel” lighting the blunt as he greeted everyone in the room, I am so nervous about this, like I can’t even concentrate with lighting my blunt, I am shaking “let me” Adam reached over, the poor guy is just sound engineer, he doesn’t know shit but mix and write, but he is a good guy. He lit my blunt for me, moving it back from my lips “thanks” blowing the smoke out from my lips, I am so nervous “Rihanna” looking up at Drake “I thought you was busy in Canada, I am shocked you came?” I questioned “well I said I would always be around for you, did I not. I always said this, where is my hug?” I laughed “I ran out of those; you came alone then. I expected Chris with you? Seeing as you both best friends now, I didn’t think you would come, you had family issues right?” Drake chuckled “not exactly, I needed to get away, being with niggas is just a lot. Also I am here for you, like Chris is just you know. He is acting out, he doesn’t deserve you in that way so I was like let me not bring him here, upset you” nodding my head slowly, he is full of shit “let me pull up a chair and we can listen to the song” shifting in the char.

The song Work played out, I was so silent throughout it “is this about Chris, I notice the shady lyrics now” Drake laughed “I can certainly add to it, but I may be shady too?” I shrugged “do whatever” I mumbled “so you both like splitting? You both was you know, kissing or whatever in the club, and went away? I mean we all know what happened?” looking over at Drake “we all have needs now Drake, I needed sex, he was there. Who better then your husband, don’t you think or was I giving him mixed signals?” he laughed “every word you say just seems so sexual to me, I don’t know. Maybe it is that sex appeal, but I know you really did feel me like that?” I scoffed “no I did not, that is a lie. I just can’t believe you came here though, like so quick” I said “for you, I mean who wouldn’t” he laughed “my husband?” I retorted “he is totally dumb; I would honestly not treat you the way he does. I would one hundred percent be there for you, this is why I was confused on why you got with him, I was mind blown. He is flexing on your money; you are like his mother. You really are, you have to mother him. I said to him don’t you have a backbone, like you listen to everything” my mouth fell open “so you the one that been saying shit to him, you just said to me you would do anything for me, so you just confessed to being a liar, because you would do that for me” his face softened “I mean, yeah. Like any dude would, that is what I am trying to say! I would for you” he spat; he really has been manipulating Chris.

I snapped a little there, I am actually shocked Chris hasn’t come out “I didn’t mean to snap but like you need to relax, so you going to split then with him?” he would ask again “why you asking? Why are you clowning my husband, I don’t like it” he is annoying the hell out of me “is this what rejection does to a nigga, you trying to make him look stupid?” I said, Drake sighed out “I like Chris, he is a good dude, but I feel like you can do better, that is all. He was easy to befriend you know, but are you looking to leave him?” shaking my head staring at him, Drake and I just stared at each other, and I was going to speak but Chris stumbled out and Drake shot up ever so quickly, Chris is so angry “wait, now what is this?” with a slight panic to his voice, I instantly knew what Chris was going to do as he charged over to Drake, oh he is angry but I also know Drake is very much a snitch too “Christopher no” I got up from the chair “Chris!” I shouted, Drake ran around the middle isle in the room but Chris jump on top of the isle and ran across it and at Drake, who’s made him run at me and stood behind me. Chris jumped down and this was my chance to grab his arms “Chris, no” he is so damn strong, he is literally pushing me back “Chris, please listen to me. He is not worth it!” I spat “you motherfucker, you think I am the dumb motherfucker!? Me!? Ain’t you the same nigga ducking a fucking fade from every nigga in hip hop, you pussy as fuck. Come on then, you talking about my wife! You want my wife huh” every time he is speaking I am being pushed further back “I have been set up here, can’t you see this” he is still being sly as fuck “you want my wife!? You spoke all those things about her, you made out so much shit!” Chris broke away from me and I turned around wrapping my arms around his waist, it won’t help but I got to try “Chris, don’t fight him” Mel came to help because I am being dragged around this studio. Because Drake is jumping and ducking behind every thing in this studio Chris’ anger grew and grew, me on the other hand is still trying to stop him from doing anything stupid “fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chris punched the wall for every time he said fuck “please calm down” I mumbled, I have never been dragged around like this.

Chris isn’t looking away from Drake, and I mean he isn’t looking away from him “I want to know why nigga! Why! I fucking rode for you! You dogged me out like that! Some sick motherfucker. You shoved women down my throat, I thought you my fucking friend! All along you ruining my marriage for what!” Chris shouted so loudly “I invited you to my wedding, you were there you played me, you played in my face. You could have came to me and said to me this what happened in the past but I don’t like her like that now, you been playing on my wife, you disrespecting me!” Chris is having a fit in the studio and has already made a hole in the wall from punching it “why? We got on, I told you shit, I thought we was bros. Oh my god” he threw his hands in the air and walked by me “oh my god” Chris mumbled turning away from us “I am sorry Chris, I really am sorry. Rihanna, she just. I needed to get her back but then I realised that it wasn’t hate, I just really fell for a woman that didn’t even know it. I did wrong but I am sorry” Drake said “you want a tissue for that?” Adam asked Chris, he is leaving blood on the soundboard “I want to jump of a cliff bro, that is what. Like everything, you literally just wanted my wife, after all that” Chris turned around and Drake made a break for it to leave, Chris pushed by me “no, Chris” chasing behind him “stop him!” I spat to anyone but he was gone out of the door so fast “oh chile” running out of the door and they both ran out of the exit and all I can hear is shouting and a loud thud. Running out of the exit door and then stopped when I saw Chris and Drake just both on the floor “stop! Please! The both of you” running down the steps, these are grown men and I can’t stop them “Chris, please get off him!” grabbing his arm but it didn’t shift at all, they are both just got a hold of each other “get off Chris please” I am not making a whole difference, Adam came rushing down after so long “I really fucking want to kill you” Adam is useless because he touched Chris’ arm and that was it “Rihanna please get him off me, just get off me. I am sorry! I said I am fucking sorry!” Drake spat, placing my hand over Chris’ hand “get up, come please. Just get off him” Chris let go of him but through gritted teeth.

Chris is limping so god knows what he did “don’t help me!” Chris spat, shaking my head as Drake got up “you’re not hit” he is literally fine “I mean we fell down the stairs Rihanna, Chris. I am sorry” he is not hurt, Drake looks fine “just leave, and stay away from him” moving back, Drake is just staring at Chris “I am sorry” he said again “just go” turning to Chris “did you hurt your leg?” he nodded his head, they very side he got shot on “damn, Adam can you help us” Chris shook his head “did you not hit him at all?” I questioned “we fell down the steps, I wanted too but then I would get locked up for that, but the way we fell. My leg, it’s in pain. You know, I didn’t know” I shushed Chris “I am going to get you a SUV, get you back to your hotel. I just wanted to show you what I was seeing, you were seeing me as something I wasn’t, he brainwashed you and I needed to prove you was wrong. I got that but check in with the hospital too, I will call you tomorrow maybe” I am not going to nurse him like a dumb bitch after that, I just needed to prove my point, Chris nodded his head with his head low, he is defeated, he is very sad “I didn’t know” Chris mumbled, his voice broke too “I am sorry” turning to Adam “help me” I just want to help him and then I can start cleaning the mess of the studio, I am sad for him.

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