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“R&B Singer Chris Brown was rushed to the hospital after a near fatal hit and run accident. Witnesses say his car was hit from behind before spinning out of control and even flipping. Here’s a look at the car he had to be cut from when it was hit by an oncoming tractor-trailer. There is no update on his condition but stay tune in future news case for new information.”
Family and friends gathered into the emergency room hours later after the accident. They cried, consoled one another, and prayed that Chris would make. Jumping up every time a nurse or doctor came through the doors, only to be disappointed that none of them had information on Chris’ condition.
Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, and Instagram was filled with prayers for Chris and his family. Tweets from fellow artists held the family and close friends together. They had to be strong for him, for Liyah, for Jade.
Chris laid in the hospital bed with his head wrapped in bandages, scratches filled his whole body, and a case on his leg. He had a serious conscious that left him in a coma. Everyone feared that he may not make it and if he does he will never walk or talk the same again.
He wanted everyone to stay strong. He didn’t want them crying over him. He knows God never put someone through something more than what they can handle.
3 Months Later
Today was Chris’ birthday and he still hasn’t woken up. Liyah walked into his with Jade in her stroller. Liyah moved back into their house along with Mama J. Jade was now 6 months and crawling. She loves music and dancing. She’s a spitting image of Chris and she kept everyone so positive in this situation.
Liyah sat in the chair that was placed next to his bed and grabbed his hand. She said he daily prayer and kissed his cheek as she’s done for the last 3 months. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked a Jade smiling showing her baby teeth.
“Don’t cry beautiful,” Liyah jumped when she heard his voice. She would never forget what his voice sound like. She turned towards him and a smile parted her lips when she seen his brown eyes open.
“Happy Birthday handsome,” she said softly before kissing his lips.
“Whoa it’s my birthday already?” I asked causing Liyah to chuckle.
“Yes. I should go get the doctor to let them know you’re up,” she suggested before getting up. He grabbed her hand stopping her. She turned to him a bit confused.
He moved his up into an upward position and asked if he can hold Jade first. Liyah did what he requested and went get the doctor. Before letting the public know, Liyah called everyone to tell them Chris is awake.
Mama J, Tyga, Mijo, and Chris’ DJ – Drew were at the hospital within 30 minutes to see him. Mama J cried tears of joy for almost an hour while everyone asked how he was feeling. Chris asked Tyga to let his fan know he was okay.
Tyga tweets: “God answered our prayers and brought him back to his family, friends, and fans. Thank You God Always.”
“3 months ago R&B singer Chris Brown was involved in a hit-and-run accident that left him in a coma. Today, his 24th birthday, he has woken up according to fellow friend Michael Stevenson as known as Tyga’s twitter page. His family thanks everyone for all their prayers and support. We are happy to hear he is on his road to recovery.”
*2 Days Later*
I woke up from a strange dream about Liyah and Chris. Every time I dream about them, they are always in some mess. Getting up out of bed I walk over to my window to think. These kids are going to be the death of me.
Just then I heard a knock at my door. Not expecting company I walked over to answer it. There stood Liyah with Jade in her arms. Her hair was a mess and it looked like she had been crying.
“Oh my, come in baby.” She walked in and sat on the couch. Taking Jade from her to put her in the play pin I had for her I asked if she wanted something to drink.
“No thank you mama. I came here to tell you that I am filing for divorce and moving back to Atlanta,” she said looking me in the eye.
Words couldn’t describe how I felt at that moment. Divorce is not the easiest thing in the world. You have to be physically, emotionally, and finically stable. I know they can work out whatever is going on.
“Have you talk to Christopher about this?” I felt my body shaking a little.
“No I packed all mine and Jade’s things and drove here.”
“You drove from California to Virginia? What could possibly be that bad for you to drive for 2 days with a 3 month old?” I asked tilting my head to the side.
All she did was sigh and started to cry. I swear Christopher sure knows how to break a woman’s heart. Getting up from my chair I sat next to her and embraced her. She cried for over an hour before falling asleep.
I got up from the couch gently not waking her to check on Jade. She was up playing with her blanket. Gosh the little girl is too precious.
How could he mess up a beautiful thing?
It’s been about 2 days since Liyah ran off. I haven’t had the balls enough to call her to check on her or either Jade. My ego is too big to admit I’m wrong. Call me selfish but whatever.
Playing with her ring thinking of my next move my phone started to vibrate. A picture of my mom popped up along with her name. I slide to answer and put on my “everything is alright” voice.
“Hey mama wassup?”
“Don’t wassup me boy. What is going on?” How the hell did she know? I played it cool.
“Nothing mama, we good she’s actually just went to the store,” I lied. I had to. I didn’t want her stressing over me and Liyah shit again.
“Don’t lie to be Christopher Maurice.” Oh shit she used my government. I guess I need to come clean.
“I fucked up mama. Sorry for cursing but it’s bad. I’ve been cheating on Liyah since we got married. I don’t know why but I feel that I am not in love with her anymore.”
“What do you mean you’re not in love with her anymore? This girl did any and everything for you. She was there before you got your deal, she stayed there when she caught cheating the first time, and she help you get through the tough time when Josh died. I can’t believe you would even feel that way. I know if you do not get here and fix this I will make you wish you never hurt this girl,” with that she hung up. I never heard my mom that angry and hurt.
I went up to my room and packed a few things. Calling my pilot to let him know I need to go to VA. He said he’ll be at LAX in an hour.
Heading to the airport I could feel that I was being followed but I didn’t pay much attention to it until they pushed harder on their gas and hit the back of my car. The car spun out of control and flipped a couple of times.
I blacked out once I saw an eighteen wheeler flying towards me.
I can’t remember shit from last night but I know I woke up with the worst hangover ever. I reached over for my phone to see I had some texts. I unlocked it and begin to read them.
Tyga wanted to meet up at the studio. Mijo ended up drunk texting. And Taysha…
It all started to come back to me. I fucked up big time last night.
I ran into Taysha last night at the club and I had to admit she was looking good. Drinks were flowing, the music was on point, I went to back to her hotel room and shit just got real.
Getting out of bed I went the bathroom to do my morning routine. After getting out the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
Examining my body for love marks I found one on my chest. Liyah is going to flip if she sees this.
I threw on a Polo tee, some sweats, and my Olympics 7s before heading downstairs. Liyah and Jade were sitting on the couch watching TV. Jade’s face lit up when she saw me.
Seeing her smile made me feel worst about last night. I sat down next to Liyah picking Jade up. “Hey babe.”
“Hey, have fun last night?” she ask drily.
The look on her face said it all. Either someone told her that I left the club with Taysha or she was up watching TMZ.
“Hmm, yeah it was cool. Wish you were able to come,” I replied nervously.
“That’s good. Sure you did,” she said in a sarcastic tone before getting off the couch taking Jade from me.
I followed them into the kitchen where she placed Jade in her swing as she made her bottle. There was definitely some tension in the air.
Before I could say anything, my phone started to rung. Tyga’s name popped up. I forgot that he we wanted me to come to the studio. “Wassup.”
“Yo, Taysha up hear looking for you.” I glanced over to Liyah hoping she didn’t hear what Tyga said. “I’m on my way,” I said before hanging up.
I walked over to Liyah grabbing her by her waist. I looked her deep in the eye and I can see all the pain I’ve put her through over the last year.
“As soon as I get home I want to talk to you.” Kissing her on her lips I felt that she didn’t kiss me back.
I can’t trust Chris as far as I could throw him. Trey called me this morning and told me about Chris and Taysha. At first I thought it was one of his crazy schemes to get me back until I saw it on TMZ this morning.
He wanted to talk to me when he got home but little did he know I won’t be here.
I’m so tired of his lying and cheating. I have to sit there and smile in front of the cameras because he is not man enough to stop his hoe-ish ways.
After feeding Jade I got her dress and finished packing our things. Once I got the last bit of stuff in my truck I wrote Chris a note leaving the house key and my wedding ring on top of it.
There is no saving this marriage at all.
Taysha didn’t do anything but get on my nerves. Sometimes I feel that she’s stalking me. Everywhere I go she seems to find me. She needs to do me a favor and get the fuck off my dick.
Yeah I fucked her a couple times since Liyah and I got married but she’s getting into feelings.
“Listen Tay, I got work to do so came we finished this some other time?” I asked pulling her up from her knees.
“But I wasn’t finished yet baby,” she said rubbing my semi-hard dick.
“I’ll text you later.” I fixed my jeans and headed to the studio room we were recording in.
Tyga, K Mac, and my nigga YG was in the bumping to the track we just wrapped up.
“Who was shorty?” YG asked inhaling his blunt.
“No one important. Pass the blunt nigga,” I said hitting his arm.
I took a deep pull of the blunt thinking about how I’m going to tell Liyah that I’m falling out of love with her. Closing my eyes I blew out the smoke before taking another pull.
How did I get myself into this?
No matter what I do Chris always runs back to that bitch. I’m tired of being second to her. I had him first. She is going to get enough of taking my man from me. If I couldn’t have him then no one will.
“She’ll be out the picture for good soon,” I said aloud to myself as I got into my car heading to their house.
Walking down the stairs to start dinner for us, the doorbell had rung. We weren’t expecting anyone until tomorrow so I wasn’t unsure who it was. “Who is it?”
“Taysha.” What the fuck was she doing here?
Hesitant at first, I slowly opened the door.
“Can I come in?” she asked in a soft voice. I knew she was up to something by the look in her eye.
“No,” I responded flatly looking her in her eyes.
“Come on Chrissy Pooh. You know you miss me,” she started to run her hand down from my chest to my dick. The sound of Liyah clearing her throat startled me.
“Can I help you?” she said harshly as she wobbled towards us.
The tension between them can be seen by a build man. I felt Liyah cut her eye at me when I softly pushed her back from Taysha. “You have to go now,” I said to Taysha before closing the door.
Just when I thought things were going to get better, she shows up. Whenever Taysha is around I lose Liyah. I be damn if I let her get in between us again.
I didn’t notice Liyah left my side until I heard pots and pans falling and her screaming. I ran to the kitchen to find her on the floor in a puddle of water. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself.
“I think my water just broke,” she breathed as she held her stomach. Jade wasn’t due for another 3 weeks or so. I helped her up and got her into the car. Running back into the house to get the baby bag I prepared just two days ago she screamed again. I was guessing it was a contraction.
I can’t believe my first child is hours away from being born. Chapter 3 of my life is beginning.
I called everyone once they got her into a room. The whole waiting room was filled with our family and friends. Mama J, Liyah’s mom and I were in the room as they monitored Liyah’s vitals and Jade’s progress. I tweeted: “@ChrisBrown - Can’t wait to hold my baby girl. Liyah is 8cm dilated.”
3 Hours Later
“Ahhhhhhh. I hate you Christopher!” Liyah yelled as she pushed. I couldn’t help but laugh she never call me by my full first name.
“This shit is not funny. Hurry up and get this baby out of me,” she shouted as another contraction came on. The doctors and nurses were telling her to push as she stopped my blood for flowing by squeezing my hand so hard.
A few pushes later we heard a soft cry. My eyes grew watery as I cut her umbilical cord. She was beyond beautiful. She looks like as if Liyah spit her right out. Holding her brought my sprit up and I promised myself I will never let anything or anyone hurt her.
Liyah could not stop crying once I handed Jade to her. Our moms were snapping pictures every minute, smiling like two proud mothers and grandmothers.
I went out to the waiting room where our families were to let them know Jade was born. When I walked in everyone else were on me. “She’s a healthy 8 pounds and 5 ounces!” I announced. They all came up to me hugging and congratulating me.
Trey and Cassie came up to me last and pulled me into a tight hug. This was the first time they even looked at me let alone hug me. We all walked back to Liyah’s room so they can meet their Goddaughter.
Who would of thought we all would become friends again after all we been through in college and even high school with them. Mama tells us that that is our way of forgiving the wrong they did and move on with our lives. At first I was skeptical about Trey being Jade’s Godfather until Liyah sat me down and explained to me why she felt it would be good for him. She always wants to help people she cares about.
That is why I love her so much.
Walking into the room to meet Jade I was so anxious. When I finally held her, nothing in the world matter at that moment. Looking into her beautiful greyish blue eyes was like tunnel vision. Her small hand wrapped around my finger made me feel like I was on top of the world. She will have any and everything she desires.
*2 Months Later*
The last two months have been a rollercoaster ride. We moved from Atlanta to LA a week after Jade was born so Chris can work more on his music. Don’t get me wrong I support him but I didn’t have a say on whether I wanted to move or not. He’s never home and when he is all he does is sleep. When I want to spend time with him and the baby he always have so excuse on why he can’t.
I flew my mom out here so she can help me with Jade and he had a flip. He stressed that he has the money to hire a nanny but I protest. I don’t want some stranger taking care of my daughter.
I hear rumors about him being with his ex. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m stressed out, every time I comb my hair I get handful of hair in it.
As I changed Jade he comes stumbling into the room. Mind you it is 3 in the morning. He comes behind me kissing my neck. I could smell the scent of Patron and Kush on him and it made my stomach turn. Pushing him out my way so I could put Jade back to sleep, he grabs my arm. I give him that get the fuck off me look and he threw his hands up.
I place Jade in her crib kissing her forehead as she closed her eyes. I turned off the light before leaving the room with Chris following. We walked into the room where he finally spoke. “Do you love me?” I tilted my head to the side trying to figure out where that came from.
“Of course I love you Christopher. Why would you ask that?” I asked getting under the covers while he got undress.
“You…you…barely talk to me any…anymore,” he slurred.
“You’re barely home for me to talk to you.” I did not have time for his drunken antics.
“Well I’m…I’m home no-,” he fell to the floor while trying to take off his jeans.
I couldn’t but laugh. He slowly pulled himself up on to the bed still half naked. I got out of bed and took his Jays and jeans off. He laid in the bed with either his eyes were real low or he went to sleep. I shook my head and got back into bed after turning out the light.
I felt him shift his body under the covers and wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer. As much shit he does and doesn’t do I can never see myself leaving him.
I hate that I love him.
Being out on bail was worse than being locked in that cell. Everywhere I turn I’m being called a woman beater. It hurts me because that is not me. The only person that can keep me sane is Momma and my real boys.
Tyga, Kevin, Gui, and I were seating in the studio when my phone rung. I looked at the caller ID and Momma’s name pops up.
“She’s up Christopher. God has answered our prayers baby,” she cried happily into the receiver.
“Oh my God. I’m on my way now Momma,” I jumped out my chair as I hung up. “Liyah is up. Let’s go.
I could not stop smiling while I drove down the highway. The more Tyga told me to slow down the faster I drove. We finally reach the hospital and we all hopped out heading into the hospital lobby.
We took the next elevator up to Liyah’s floor. Tyga, Kevin, and Gui stayed in the waiting room as I ran to her room.
Her face lit up as I walked through the door. So many emotions filled the room as we hug. All I could do was apologize.
“Baby I’m so sorry. Please forgive?” I whispered into her ear.
“Baby steps, baby steps,” she said back softly.
We hugged for nearly ten minutes before the doctor came into the room. He was the same doctor that had help Liyah back in college when Trey raped her.
Déjà fucking vu.
“It’s good to see that you’re awake Mrs. Brown,” he said with a warm smile.
“I’m glad to be awake to see my beautiful family around me. Can you explain to me what happened?” My smile quickly faded as she asked that question.
I didn’t want to her know I put her in that coma putting our unborn child in danger. I cleared my throat looking towards the doctor letting him know I want to tell her.
He nodded towards me and took a step back.
“Baby,” I started as I grabbed her hand. “The night we had dinner at Momma’s house she brought up that she went to visit Megan and I went off on you guys leaving before we finished. Once we got home you wanted to talk about what happened but I wasn’t in the mood. When you wouldn’t stop shouting I threw you on the floor and choked you.”
The room was so silent you can hear a pin drop. Everyone’s eyes were on me and disappointment can be the only word to describe their facial expression. I felt so small and pathetic. Liyah took her hand from out of mine a cried silently. There was nothing I could say or do to make her forgive me. I didn’t deserve her forgiveness. I didn’t deserve to have her anymore. She deserves the best and I’m nothing compare to what she deserves.
After a few more quiet moments I got up, kissed my mom on her forehead and headed out of the room. I knew Liyah didn’t care that I left because she didn’t stop me from leaving.
“How is she?” Tyga asked as I walked over to them.
“She’s okay,” I answered drily. “Let’s go.”
I was hoping that night didn’t happen the way I remembered but it did. My best friend, lover, husband was the cause of me being in a coma. We supposed to be on our honeymoon right now but I’m not sure if I still want to be married to him.
Momma J excused herself to go after Chris while the doctor and I talked.
“So when can I go home?”
“We need to run some test on you and the baby and once that is clear you will be able go home,” he explained while looking at my chart.
“Is my baby okay?” I asked rubbing my stomach.
“Yes ma’am. We can take a look at her if you like.” He was kind of cute for an older man.
“I would love that,” I said staring into his warm brown eyes.
He had the nurse set up the ultrasound and a picture of my beautiful baby girl popped up on the screen. I smiled at the sight of her. I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms.
I don’t need anyone but her by my side.
3 Days Later
It felt good to finally be home. I have forgiven Chris and we are working on his temper when it comes down to certain things. Chris helped me up the stairs into our bedroom. He would let me lift a finger since he picked me up from the hospital.
He ran a warm bath for me as I got undress. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He stood behind me wrapping his arms around me while resting his chin on my shoulder. I turned around to face him and kissed his nose before heading into the tub.
“What do you want for dinner babe?” he asked looking at her play with the bubbles like a little kid.
“Whatever you have a taste for?”
“I don’t think you can eat what I got a taste for,” he said licking his lips.
“You’re so nasty,” I said laughing.
“But you like it.”
“I love it,” I show his dick get hard as I bit my lip.
He smiled walking out of the bathroom so I could finish up my bath.
Jade’s funeral was heartwarming. So many family, friends, and celebrities friends of Chris’. It wasn’t a goodbye in my eyes but a welcome to a new life.
Jade will forever be in our hearts and watching over us, guiding each and every one of us to the correct path. Losing Jade was tragic, but her sprit should forever live on.
As they lowered her casket in the small grave a cold breeze crept up my back causing me to shiver. Chris grabbed my hand asking if I was okay. I felt a small hand on my shoulders pulling me towards the sky. Everything under me started to quickly fade. This feeling felt like Déjà vu. Like I’ve been through this before.
I jumped up out of my sleep drenched in sweat. My heart raced a mile a minute as I got out my bunk. I was relieved that what I dreamt was not real.
I dreamt that Baby Jade was dead and Chris was the cause of her death. As I paced back and forth in my cell, I hear on the radio that Chris was taking into custody for assaulting Liyah and putting her in a coma. They reported that Jade was fine but needed to feed Liyah through a tube to keep the baby growing.
Why would Chris do something like that to the woman who is carrying his baby? I know Mama J is having a fit right now. She can’t lose another love one because of someone else’s stupid actions. I put her through enough when I took Josh -.
Tears started to form as I thought about Josh. I really did love him. Maybe I loved him too hard. All these should of, would of, and could of ran through my mind like a race horse. I wish I could take back everything.
I slide down to the floor and cried until the sun came up.
*2 Weeks Later (Reality)*
It’s been two weeks since Liyah been in a coma and two weeks since Chris was charged with aggravated assault. These last few days have been a rollercoaster ride. From the media killing Chris’ reputation to even bringing up the abusive relationship I was in when Chris was younger.
Nothing I do can make people change their perspective of Chris. He is a good person; he just made a bad decision. I wish all of this was a horrible nightmare.
As I watch Liyah lay peacefully in her bed I laid my hand on her stomach, grabbing her hand, and started to pray.
“Lord. I come to you in this time of need. Place your arms around this family and help us get through this. Place your heart into Liyah and give her the strength to wake up. Place your faith into Chris and give him hope that everything will be okay. Amen.”
Just as I lifted my head, I glanced up at Liyah to see her eyes flutter as if she was trying to open them. I ran over to the door and called out to the doctor.
“She’s awake,” I yelled with a big smile on my face.
The doctor and his nurses came running into the room to aid Liyah. God is too good.
“Thank you,” I said lowly as I looked up towards Him.
*2 Weeks Later*
I never felt so numb in my entire life. Walking around this house didn’t make the situation any better. My daughter was gone, my husband may be spending the rest of his life in jail, and everything in my life has turn to dust. I cannot get that day out of my mind. Every time I turn around I get flashbacks. It took me a couple days to even walk to Chris and I bedroom.
Chris has been out on bail and I haven’t said one word to him. I don’t say much to anyone come to think about it. All I do is sit in Jade’s room rocking in the rocking chair Chris painted when we first got back together. Even though the days were sunny and warm, my days were cloudy and cold without my baby girl.
I never met her but the bond we had could not be broken by anything. I never held her but her touch was so gentle. I never saw her face to face but her beauty was like no other.
I know I would never love someone as much as I loved her.
Today was Jade’s funeral. My little princess. It kills me every day knowing I am the reason why she’s not here. Liyah doesn’t talk to me, my mom barely says five word to me, every time Trey and I are in the same room he give me death looks. Trying to get my mind off everything that has been happening I decided to check my Twitter.
I swear Team Breezy keeps me going. My timeline and mentions were filled with prayers for Jade and our family. They support me even when he media makes me look like some kind of a monster.
Liyah was fixing her hair when Momma called us downstairs so we can get in the car. I stood behind her while see placed her Chanel shades on. She walked towards the door but I grabbed her hand pulling her back to me. She slowly slid her shades off looking into my eyes.
I could feel her pain through her touch, I could see the hurt in eyes, and I could scene her heartbreak in the air.
How could I put her through this?
We finally made our way downstairs and into the service car. Time to say goodbye to my baby girl…forever.
My heart ached as Trey and I made our way into the church. Looking at the small casket sitting in front of the church brought even more tears to my eyes. As we reach the front pew, I saw Liyah, Chris, and their mothers. Liyah looked up to me and busted out in tears.
She stood up and hugged me. Each tear that hit my shoulder felt like tiny rocks. She let me go and went to hug Trey. As they held each other I can see the tears in his eyes threating to fall. Liyah thanked both of us for coming before we sat at the end of the pew.
“Good morning everyone. Before I start I want to say God is good,” the preacher said in a low tone.
How I wish I could go back in time and be there for Liyah.