Thursday 30 August 2012

8. Poker Face

*Just a little note, this chapter has a flashback in it but I was typing on my iPad so I couldn't get italics so I'll just keep the headings 'Flashback' and 'End Of Flashback' there for you guys. ^_^ Also updating HIA and WTWC this weekend, hopefuly :)) Thanku for all the comments on the last chapter guys! Enjoy*

As soon as she heard his name she stopped rushing around and stayed silent on the phone.

"Nic? You hear what I just said?" She still kept quiet. "Nicki?"

"Uhm, yeah. Right, I'm on my way." She hung up before he could even say anything back. What had she done? She didn't think she'd hit him that hard. After her little row with Candi she had gone back to Drake's thinking he would be at the studio, because that's where he was supposed to to be. But he wasn't, he was home and he was drunk. At first he hadn't heard her come in so she ran up the stairs quietly to grab the things she needed so that she could leave as quickly as possible.

Flashback

Opening and closing the front door quietly she slipped her heels off and made her way over to the stairs. She could hear Drake clanging around in the kitchen so she figured if she was quick she could leave without having to see him. This felt so wrong to her, he was her fiancè. Well he was for now. On her way over to the bottom of the stairs she looked over towards the open plan lounge room and saw bottles and cans all over the place. He had been drinking, all night and all morning by the looks of it. Realising she didn't have much time she continued up to their bedroom to grab her belongings. She was only up there for about two minutes when the door swung open, making her jump.

"Nicki? W-when did you get home bae?" He staggered towards her and she couldn't help but feel sad and even a little bit sorry for him. He was obviously going through some kind of shit, he only ever drank when he was troubled and thinking about it now, she wasn't there for him. She was too busy screwing her best friend, of course it was more than just "screwing" but that's how awful she felt. Even more so after Safaree left so easily, it made her think he didn't actually love her and maybe it was just sex after all. But she didn't exactly go to the extreme to try and stop him, maybe he felt that all he was to her was a quick fuck here and there too? "I'm talking to you Onika!" His words were slurred as he moved closer to her.

"Drake, I don't want to talk with when you're like this. I can't stand you right now. I'm staying at Faree's place until you've sorted out whatever shit you're goin' through." She turned back around and started shoving her clothes into the duffle she found in his wardrobe.

"No, you can't leave me. I'm not l-lettin' you leave me." He dropped the bottle in his hand letting its contents spill all over the cream carpet.

"I promise, we'll talk this out as soon as you sober up. You're in no fit state to do anything right now." Trying to stay calm and relatively sweet with him was proving difficult but she knew if she got hysterical and lost her temper he would only react more violently. And who knew what he would do next.

"He's gone now. Forget that nigga! You're mine Nicki." Being referred to as "belonging" to a guy really, really riled her.

"I don't belong to anybody, Drake! The fuck do you think I am?! An object?!" She stormed past him to get to their bathroom and grab her other items. But he followed her and pinned her up against the wall as she reached for the cabinet. She felt the air being knocked out of her as her back made contact with the cool bathroom wall tiles.

"I won't let you leave me Onika." He sounded calm but stern at the same time, his left hand holding her chin and neck. Still able to breathe she managed to let out a scoff.

"You already lost me." She felt the tears threatening to fall when she saw the hurt in his eyes, he may have been drunk but she could still read his eyes. Was it her fault he was like this? Maybe if she had been there for him, things would be different. The look in his eyes vanished as his rage took over.

"It's still him isn't it? You're still hung up on SB!" He waited for her to answer but she kept her mouth shut. "Well guess what? He's gone, ain't nobody gon' help you now." He tightened his hold on her neck causing her to automatically bring her hands to his arm in a desperate bid to make him let go. Without even thinking she let go with one hand and snatched the blue flower vase that was sat in the corner of the bathroom next to where she was being held against the wall. One hit to the back of his head was all it took for him to fall to a heap on the floor. She just looked down shakily at his body as she choked and gasped for air. Panicking she knelt down by him and rolled him onto his side, only to see the result of her actions as a small puddle of blood stained where his head had previously been. Checking his pulse and breathing she was relieved to know he was ok. After washing the wound with a facecloth from the shiwer she saw that it was only a small cut and the bleeding soon stopped. She just sat for a few minutes unable to comprehend what she had just done, but what else was she supposed to do? He could have killed her. She could have killed him too. Hearing a noise downstairs she snapped out of her thoughts. It was Forty. Listening out she heard him shouting for Drake and a few inaudible mutters and then the TV started blaring. Looking down at Drake she noticed this actually looked quite believable, he's wasted. He could have easily gone to the bathroom alone, slipped, hit his head and knocked himself out. She was quick on her feet and splashed some tap water on to the floor before dashing back out to grab her duffle and sneak out the back. Forty was none the wiser as he sat there yelling profanaties at the TV.

End Of Flashback

She started to panic, she never meant for him to end up in hospital, just for him to let her go. She had to turn up though, people would wonder why she wasn't sat at her fiancè's bedside and she could really do without the media attacking her at the moment. It had been less than an hour since she got back to Safaree's and she was kidding herself by trying to take her mind off of what had happened by attempting to write some new songs. Suddenly it all hit her, quickly grabbing her jacket and keys she went straght to the hospital, Wayne had texted her the floor and room number.

All she wanted to do was be with Safaree right now, for him to hold her and tell her that everything would be ok. She hovered over his name as she skipped through her list of contacts on her phone but she was too afraid to press 'call'. What if hung up on her? Or ignored the call? Or even worse? She suddered to hink abut it as she got out of her car and made her way into the hospital, immediately pulling her hood down. She wore an old baggy one of Safaree's in hope that nobody would recognise her. Especially since she had no security with her but she knew she would be ok onece she caught up wth everyone else. Exiting the elevator she was net wth the sight of Wayne and Forty sat in the quiet hallway, they both turned to look at her when they heard her footsteps nearing.

"What's happenin'? Is he ok?" She was genuinely worried not just for him but the fact that doctors may have an explanation or him being like this. Wayne's hand on her shoulder made her look at him.

"We don't know yet, they ain't told us nothin'." He folded his lips as he led Nicki over to a spare chair between himself and Forty. "A nurse said they gon' send a doctor 'round to talk to us 'bout what's happenin' soon. You ok Barbie?"

"Yeah....I just, I need to kno-" Her voice was shaky but before she could finish talking a tall dark haired man made his way out of the room which Drake was in and politely interrupted.

"Ms Minaj?"

"Yeah, that's me, just call me Nicki though....What's goin' on? Is he gon' be ok?" She felt Wayne put his arm around her.

"I'm Dr.Hiller." He shook all of their hands and continued. "We're still running tests, I mean he was pretty incapacitated and he took a nasty knock to the head. Right now we're thinking he may have just slipped and hit his head as he landed but a nurse noticed some quite deep scratches etched into his forearms." He looked at Nicki's lengthy false nails as he trailed off and looked up at her face which was now streaming with tears. Both of guilt and worry. "Anyway, the bang to the head is probably what caused the seizure he had."

"He had a seizure?" The wobble in her was becoming more difficult to contain as she felt the tears cooling on her face.

"Yes ma'am. If it wasn't for this gentlmen here who found him at the time.....Well, let's just say he's very lucky he was found." Nicki looked at Forty's distraught face. He must have been the one to have found him after she left. She immediately felt terrible, all the stress and worry about Drake as well as thinking about everything he had done to her, all the hurt the bruises the scratches and Safaree leaving, it was all getting to much as her head started to spin. The doctor noticed her face drain of it's colour and how she was swaying to try and stay upright. "Nicki?" She didn't respond as everything went blurry and quiet, Wayne tightened his hold on her as the doctor grabbed her arm before she fell to the ground.

***

She woke up to the sound of people mumbling, which soon turned into understandable words as she fulttered her eyes open. She'd been put on to a hospital bed.

"Nicki?" Dr. Hiller was stood to the side of her bed whilst a nurse was behind him and Wayne remained in the corner watching worriedly. She turned to look at him with clear confusion in her eyes. "Nicki, you fainted. You're ok but we're running tests to be sure. It's routine procedure so there's nothing to worry about. I just need to ask you a few questions, okay?"
Nicki nodded tiredly, her head was pounding and her eyes felt heavy. "Have you had anything to eat or drink today?"

"Uhm..No, no I haven't." She frowned, she was really not taking very good of herself. Ater a few more questions the doctor left to send off the tests they had done whilst she was passed out. The nurse made her way over to where the doctor was previously stood. She was older than she had imagined actually when Nicki looked her over, maybe in her mid forties.

"Can I just say, my daughter is a huge fan!" She smiled big as Nicki looked up at her. "Okay, so I'm going to check your blood pressure, if you just want to lift your sleev up a little?" Nicki panicked remembering all the bruises that were patterned on her upper arms.

"No, I'm fine really. I just haven't eaten that's all it is." She tried to get up but she felt Wayne beside her.

"Nic, you should get checked out, y'know? There could be somethin' wrong."

"Wayne, I'm fine. Really." She turned to look back at the nurse. "Honestly!"

"Nicki. This is routine procedure, it'll take less than two minutes." She pulled Nicki's sleeve up herself but Ncki stopped her and looked at Wayne.

"Could you please go get me some water? I'm dying of thirst."

"Sure, but do as the nurse says. Ya stubborn ass!" They both laughed a little as he left the room. And Nicki let go of the nurse's arm letting her continue rolling her sleeve up. Feeling the embarrassment wash over her she turned to face the other side of the room. The nurse didn't move for a while as she scanned over her skin with her eyes.

"Nicki, dear? What happened to your arm?" That one question tripped her.

"Oh, that? I just caught it on the door frame. It's nothing, really." The nurse knew better than to question her patient so she left it at that. She would definitey find out the truth though, there was no way she did that on a door frame. Ok, maybe a door frame with hands but she'd never heard of one of those existing.

"My name is Christine by the way, so if there's anything you need don't hesitate to ask, okay?" Nicki just nodded gratefully as Christine finished up checking her blood pressure. "Your BP is quite high so we'll just keep an eye on that and then we'll let you go see Drake." She had honestly forgotten all about Drake to be honest, her mind was all over the place at the minte.

"Thank you." She looked down again as Christine left the room, she could see her and Dr Hiller talking by the front desk and their arms kept motioning towards her room as they looked over some papers. What if she was telling him about the brusies she saw? Can she even do that? She snapped out of her thoughst as Wayne re-entered the room.

"Here you go." She gently took the cup from his hand.

"Thanks Wayne.....Have you seen Drake yet?" She looked at him with anticipation.

"Yeah, he's gon' be fine. He was askin' for you though and he don't remember nothin' recent. Like, they said he knows he's engaged to you and all that but the last few days are like they never even happened. Some crazy shit huh?"

"Mm."

"You not glad he's gon' be aight?"

"What? Oh my god Wayne! Of course I am." She shook her head and looked down feeling the tears about to fall. The one person shen needed here, the one person she couldn't live without yet he was the one person who wasn't here. She managed to control her emotions as Dr. Hiller came back into the room, Christine wasn't following and she guessed why when she saw her rush past with a group of paramedics as they wheeled somebody in a hurry down the corridor.

"How are you feeling Nicki?"

"Better. Thank you. I really am fine, I just need some good food and a day in bed." And Safaree she thought to herself.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, and Drake is doing just fine. We'll let you go see him soon, but first we need to discuss your test results." At that point Nicki felt her heart skip a little.

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*Well, there you go guys! This one is for @flymuthaphunker who kindly DM'd me a link I asked for ^___^ Thanku! Well, hope it was ok for you all and sorry about any typos. Again, I will be posting on HIA and WTWC this weekend, hopefully! + FY will be updated when it gets 10 comments, I think that's what I asked for isn't it? I can't even remember smdh....Anywaaays I will kindly ask for 8 comments please before I continue to the next chapter, just because of uni work and all that haha*

Thursday 23 August 2012

7. Alone

*Wooow guys!! Thanku for all the comments ^__^ Rully 'preciate that!! Kay so here is the next chapter...back to present day, remember?? :)) Enjoy!*

She couldn't believe what had just happened, how she just let that happen. Didn't fight, didn't plead or cry. She just let him walk out of her life, for good. The tears started to sting her eyes as she hurried quickly through the airport, it was like she was invisible and nobody cared that she was trying to push her way through the crowds. Getting more frustrated by the minute she snapped angrily at an elderly man stood in her way.

"Sir, would you please move?!" He looked astounded that somebody would speak to him with such a tone and when he didn't answer she just brushed past him as more tears rolled down her makeup stained face. She made it out to the waiting taxi and jumped in quickly.

"You were too late ma'am?" The driver looked sympathetic as he pulled away from the pavement, Nicki couldn't answer him. "I'll just take you back home then?" She nodded whilst trying to wipe her tears and get herself together. Safaree had gone, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She knew leaving the house without any security with her was stupid but she was in rush. Not that it mattered any more, she was too late. She stood him up the day before, he waited for an hour in the restaurant before leaving and then him turning up unexpectedly at Drake's had landed her in major trouble. She couldn't understand this hold he had on her, she was an amazingly strong individual and she never let a man walk all over her or take advantage of her but this situation with Drake was, different. Perhaps it reminded her of her childhood, but honestly she had no clue. She did know however that there was no way in hell she was going back to that drunken monster. He had issues. Quickly informing the driver she wanted to go to another destination she pulled her phone out.

"Lauren?"

"Hey boo, s'goin' on?"

"You home right now? I need to see you." Lauren could tell she was crying.

"Yeah, sure. You need a bed for the night?" She guessed she was going to have to do the bed up anyways. She knew Safaree was leaving today and Nicki was going to be in pieces.

"Please...If it's not too much to ask?" She sniffled as the driver pulled up to the driveway of Safaree's house. She needed to pick up some essentials and she certainly didn't want to go back to Drake's.

"Don't act silly, it's not a problem. I got some ice cream too. I knew you'd be coming over!" They both chuckled slightly.

"Ugh! I'm such a mess Lauren." They talked for a little bit longer until she hung up as she payed the driver and let herself into Safaree's house. Everything in there reminded her of him.

It was a good two hours later and Nicki had gathered everything she needed, showered and even packed some photos of her and Safaree. She stood in his room for while, smiling when she realised he'd taken all of the pictures with him. It wasn't as if she was going to sit and dwell on him not being there, she still had work to do, interviews, music videos and studio time. That was enough to keep her busy, which she was glad of. The anger towards herself was at an all time high. Why didn't she tell him she loved him? All of the opportunities she had and she ignored every single one. There was something stopping her though. Past mistakes and issues that were never resolved and she didn't want to go there again, dragging all of those memories up. While she was with him under these circumstances it was fine, she wasn't committing herself to him at least not officially. She felt in control and protected when she was pretending it was just sex but when he said those three words, it changed everything. He'd said it all the time when they were teens but his mistakes and constant fuck ups hurt her. Those mistakes in comparison to what Drake was doing now however were nothing. She needed to get away from him. She sighed and shut his door before heading out to Lauren's.

***

"This movie is my life, I swear!" Lauren giggled to herself and looked towards Nicki who was being really quiet, she smiled unconsciously when she realised she was sound asleep on the sofa. Standing up she turned the movie off and made her way over to the other couch.

"Nicki? Babe, you should go to bed."

"Mmm, in a minute." She knew she wouldn't so she shook her again and pulled the blanket off of her small body.

"No, now! Go." After receiving a grouchy moan and being hit with a pillow Lauren's third attempt worked. This was the part Nicki was dreading, going to bed alone. Although her relationship with Drake was turning toxic she still felt like when he held her at night it was genuine. Like he still loved her, but nothing could make her feel any more loved than being wrapped in Safaree's arms. 

She woke up in a cold sweat as the sun cracked through the curtains. She'd hardly slept due to the amount of phone calls and texts from Drake. Thankfully they stopped at about 3am, allowing her to finally drift off, if only for three hours. She had to be up and ready for a an interview at 12pm, she'd texted Terrence and Day last night telling them to be at Lauren's for 9am. There was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep so she decided to go shower and eat before everybody came. When Lauren finally emerged from her room it was almost 10am and Nicki was sat being tended to by her team, Lauren gasped and fastened her robe quickly whilst squinting at the amount of sunlight in the room.

"Good morning sleepyhead!" Lauren just glared at her friend.

"Hey. Why you up so damn early?"

"Uhm, it's like ten in the morning!"

"Exactly! Thas like the crack of dawn!" Everyone laughed at her dramatic behaviour. "Anyways, what you gettin' all dolled up for?"

"I have an interview today. I wanted to change it, but I just wanna get it outta the way now." It was her first work related thing she was doing without Safaree by her side, Lauren knew it was going to be hard.

"Can I go along? y'know? To the interview?"

"Babe, you don't have to ask! 'Course you can!" She knew that would cheer her up.

***

It was just Lauren and Nicki in the back of the car. The interview had become awkward after the host asked about the wedding and started questioning her about the airport incident. It seemed people had seen her in the tearful state the day before.

"Nic, you should call him. He wanted to leave as much as you didn't want him to leave. You're both to goddam stubborn! And I am not 'bouta sit here and let both of you be miserable. It was too obvious as well."

"What do you mean?"

"When that interviewer asked you 'bout the wedding you froze up like crazy and started stuttering and shit! Ain't nobody fallin' for the lies you told either!"

"It's complicated though." Lauren looked at her, bewildered.

"I don't get what's so complicated? You love him and he loves you! Get over whatever issues you have and sort this shit out, otherwise you gon' end up married to Drizzy while the man you really love finds some basic hoe to wed! Get it together Nic! Stop moping!" Those were obviously the wrong choice of words as Nicki spun her head around quickly.

"You have no idea what the fuck I'm goin' through right now!" She paused regaining her composure she didn't want to explode on her best friend. "I'm going back to Safaree's, I'll get my mopin' ass outta your hair."

"Nic, you know damn well that's not what I meant so just cut the drama!" 

She stuck to her word though, two days had passed and she was back at Safaree's. Drake and Lauren had been calling her constantly, she was trying to get some new songs written but it just wasn't happening. She was kind of surprise that neither of them had tried visiting her but was glad the hadn't. She didn't want to face either of them. The only people she'd talked to were Wayne, Baby and her Mom. Nobody suspected a thing though, what was hurting the most was the fact that Safaree hadn't even called. Knowing he was probably mad she stood him up and didn't even bother saying goodbye, calling him first was looking like the only option left. She hadn't stood him up deliberately though, Drake had gone through her texts whilst she was showering that morning and completely lost his temper. He was smart though, never touching her face or neck when he went into a furious outburst, most of the hits were directed at the areas which could be covered. Snapping her out of the miserable thoughts her phone started ringing on her lap. It was Wayne so she answered.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nic, you need to get down to the hospital. Like, now!"

"Oh my god! What is it? What's happened?" She started panicking and throwing on various items of clothing to conceal her identity.

"It's Drake, and it don't look good."

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*Here you go kids, I promise the next chapter will be better, or I will TRY and make it better lmao! Safaree will be in the next chapter :)) Also, thanks for the comments on my newest blog too which I will refer to on twitter as WTWC I probably will continue with it. Kay, well hope this was alright like I said next chap will be better....More drama! Oh and again, 8 comments for the next post pleeeease &  Thankuuuu!! Sorry if there are any typos! Muuuah*






*NOTE*


Kay, just lettin' everybody know I have another new blog, I know, I know kinda dumb seeing as I have 3 others as well as uni work BUT that's why I did it. I wanna see if anyone actually enjoys it and if they do I will continue, I'm not sure if I will pursue the lil idea I had but I'll see how people find it! I'll link it if anyone wants to check it out :D

Thursday 16 August 2012

*NOTE*

Okay, I really don't blame you all for being majorly confused! I will explain now, the first chapter is present day and then she slipped back into a flashback two weeks BEFORE Safaree left. All of the chapters after chapter one are still in those two weeks, until my next post which will be back to the day she was at the airport. You get it?

Now on to what is actually happening. Drake DID do all of those crazy things, Nicki isn't imagining those events but he is messing with her mind. Being a total monster one minute and then acting all nice like nothing has happened. He drugged her, that's why she missed two days. He needed time to fix the mess he made. So poor Nicki is MASSIVELY confused right now, Drake is mentally unstable! I think y'all are gonna be mad with the next chapter though! O_O *Nicki cackle* Hua Hua Huaaa XD

Oh and Thanku guys for all the comments. Dead @ the fact that I went to sleep with a request of 8 comments and then wake up with 11 ! You guys are amazing! So I will post again, maybe later if I get some uni work done :/ Muuuuuah *blows kisses to everyone* ^_^

6. Mind Games

She held her position, tucked behind the side table near the huge bay window of the lounge room. Holding her breath, she could see him still trying to regain his own as he remained on his knees.

"No use trynna hide Nic." She shuddered as he spoke her name, all she kept hoping was that Safaree would miraculously walk through the door any minute. Before she could react her phone started ringing in her pocket, fear overtook her body as she saw Drake's cold eyes connect with hers when he pinpointed her whereabouts by the sond of her phone. He had definitely taken something, this wasn't the Drake she was familiar with. "I told you there was no point hidin' babe."

She woke up when she heard the front door close, immediately grimacing in pain as she attempted to move.

"Ahh, shit." She hissed and trailed her hand to the area between her legs. "Please, no. Not again." She started shaking fiercly as the tears ran down her face. What the hell was happening? She started re-running everything in her head sighing at the thought of having to face the trashed lounge room. That and having to explain to Safaree what had happened when he got home. Or could that have been him closing the door? Maybe it was Drake leaving? She sure hoped he had gone anyway. As she lay on her side thinking a shy knock on her door made her turn over carefully trying not to cause herself any more pain. That knock was Safaree. She knew it, but she didn't call out for him to come in. He just let himself in.

"Drake?! The fuck are you doin' here?! GET OUT!" She grabbed whatever she could off of her side table and hurled it his way, her alarm clock whizzed past his head and shattered against the door frame making him flinch and spill everything he had on the food tray in his hands.

"Nicki! It's me! It's Drake, what the hell has gotten into you?" He calmly walked over to her bed and sat on the edge as if nothing had happened. Without thinking she bunched the sheets up around her naked body and shuffled up to headboard away from him as far as she could. "Nic, babe, calm down!" She had the most confused look on her face and it was beginning to scare him.

"I said get out." She wouldn't look at him.

"I'm not leaving you like this! Somethin' is goin' on with you! Here." He handed her some toast which he had managed to save from the spillage of the tray disaster only seconds ago. She looked at him uncertainly. "Eat it, you need to keep your energy up. You look exhausted." He was right about that, she had never felt so run-down in her whole life. But what the hell was going on right now?

"What did you do to me?" She only just noticed the blood stains marking her otherwise perfectly white sheets as she teared up again.

"What are you talkin' about?" He reached to put his hand on her knee but she flinched away. "Nicki? Please?"

"No. No. No, somethin' ain't right here! You went, like, crazy! You smashed up Faree's lounge room and...." She trailed off as she looked down towards her thighs.

"I didn't touch anything in this house! I came to see you to apologise, properly about everything and you were alseep on the couch. All I did was carry you up here."

"Undressing me in the process, you really think I'm gon' beleive that?!" She motioned to her clotheless body causing him to look down and sigh. You asked me to, you kept talkin' 'bout how damn hot this house is." He furrowed his brow looking just as confused as her.

"You can't remember?" Her eyes almost popped out of her head as he spoke.

"I remember everything!" No longer caring she threw the covers back and draped her robe over herself and marched, painfully, down the stairs. "See look at the state-" She stopped when she reached the spotless lounge room looking just as it always did. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Look at what Nic?" He was stood behind her on the bottom step.

"I......Yesterday...You completely detsroyed everything in this room!" She walked over to where she was hiding. "I was down here and you saw me and then..." She trailed off as she placed her hand on her head in a distressed manner not remembering anything after that.

"Nic you're really scarin' me." He put a hand on her shoulder making her jump and stop trying to remember, it was no use. Maybe it was all in her head?

"Your scared?! How the fuck do you think I'm feelin'?!" She ran her hands over her face, smearing the tears as they started to fall again. "Don't! Seriously, don't touch me!" She slapped his hand away again. "For the last time! Will you please leave?!" Her voice shook as she kept her eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'm not leavin' you in this state." He tried once more to hold her, this time she didn't protest as she allowed his arms to envelope her into him. He had done it. He'd broken her down. "Come on, lets get you back upstairs." As soon as they had reached the top of the stairs Nicki's phone started ringing under the couch, where it was kicked during their scuffle the other night. In two days she had missed 45 calls from Safaree and a number of texts from Lauren, Candi and Wayne. Of course she had no idea she had lost two days of her life.

***

Pacing the hotel room he couldn't understand why Nicki would want to meet here. He walked over to the phone and dialled for the front desk asking if anyone had arrived to visit him. She was almost an hour and a half late.

"I'm sorry sir, nobody has come in asking for anybody by the name of Safaree Samuels. But I will notify you as soon as your guest arrives.

"Thanks." He sighed and hung up as he tried her cell again. Nothing. He'd been panicking for the whole time he had no contact apart from one text telling him to meet her at this motel, not wanting anyone to spot her. It was their usual meeting place whenever they got together but Nicki would always feel bad about herself afterwards. What if she was with him? What if he had hurt her? Acting on those thoughts he quickly checked out of his room and drove speedily to his own house, the one he and Nicki shared, the one he hadn't been to since he last saw her. He knew she needed space, especially since she had drawn her walls up but now he was beginning to regret leaving her alone.

***

It was almost 7pm and she was sleeping again as he lay next to her. Just watching her chest rise and fall steadily as he continued to run his hand gently over her arm. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway caught his attention and he immediately knew who it was.

Dropping his keys into the key bowl, Safaree looked around weirdly as he could smell something cooking.

"Hey SB! S'up man?" Drake was just coming down the stairs.

"The fuck are you doin' here?!!"

"What? I'm cooking dinner for my Fiancé, if that's alright!" He laughed a little. "The hell SB, you forreal right now?"Safaree squinted in confusion and looked him up and down before glancing up the stairs.

"Where's Nicki?" Drake could sense the concern in his voice.

"She's upstairs, sleepin'. So if you could please keep it down? She's not well, I don't want her waking up until she's ready." He walked past a puzzled Safaree and back into the kitchen. "You want a plate dishing up? I mean it is your house!" Safaree was beyond confused at this point. Maybe Nicki wasn't lying when she said Drake didn't touch her. Thinking about it now he actually couldn't imagine Drake doing such a thing and even if he had Nicki wouldn't take him back this easily, would she?

"Um, yeah. Sure, thanks."

"No problem. Oh, shit! I just remembered Nic asked me to message you and tell you she couldn't meet up with you today!"

"Yeah, I was beginning to wonder where the hell she was at!" They both laughed.

"My bad man! Here lets just say this is my apology!" He signalled to the pan he was stirring.

"I'm gon' be real with you right now. That smells so good!" Neither of them noticed her tiny frame stood in the doorway watching, she couldn't work out what was going on. Were all of those memories real? They seemed real but none of what was happening was making any sense to her.

"Oh look who found their way outta bed!" He left the spoon in the pan and walked over to her, kissing her on her forehead. "How you feelin' babe?" She smiled up at him before flashing a small, tired smile at Safaree. Drake clenched his teeth angrily, neither noticed his tense body language though.

"I little off, but I think whatever your cooking will help fix that." She walked steadily over to where Drake stood moments before as her stomach growled.

"Hopefully, anyway I'm gon' go take a shower. Could you keep an eye on the food for me babe?" She gave him a nod as he left for his shower. Silence filled the room.

"Nic? What the hell is goin' on?"

"Ugh, please don't start this again! I'm tired, I feel like shit and just to make matters worse my best friend is leaving to start a new life in two days."

"One day, Nic. I leave in one day."She turned to look at him.

"I thought you said you were leavin' on Friday?"

"I am. It's Wednesday today, tomorrow is Thursday and then I'm leavin' on Friday." He could see the obvious confused look on her face.

"Oh...My bad." She shook her head and turned back to the pan as she felt the heat of her tears threatening to fall once again.

***

"Well SB we better get going." Drake stood and helped Nicki up off the couch, she winced from the pain. Safaree just looked at them.

"Wait, you're goin' back to his place?" She looked unsurley at Drake who nodded reassuringly making her look back at Safaree.

"Well, yeah I mean you're leaving soon so there's no point in me staying right?" She smiled weakly, he could tell she was tired and didn't want to argue with her and get her more stressed out.

"Kay...Well, I'll call you tomorrow. I wanna say goodbye. Properly." He looked at her hopefully.

"We could go out for lunch I guess?" She had purposely waited until Drake had left the room until she spoke. This was it, tomorrow would be her final goodbye. But telling him the truth about how she felt was out of the question. She couldn't risk it. Not now.

"Lunch sounds good, I'll pick you up tomorrow." They could both tell the other was choking up and holding back tears as they hugged for what seemed like hours. Meanwhile Drake was letting the steering wheel of his car feel his fury as he slammed his hands on to it repeatedly. Back inside, Safaree pulled away from the kiss first and removed a tear from her face. Saying "I Love You" with their eyes they both understood one another, they were silent but after she left it seemed to get even more quiet.

***

She hadn't had a proper look at the damage done to her body since it happened again until she showered that night at Drake's. She couldn't believe her eyes, and the pain was excruciating.

"Nic, you kay in there?" That was the third time he'd asked since she started her shower. She jumped at his voice as she washed gently around all her bruises and painful scratches etched on to her skin. At that moment she knew, she was in this way too deep. He was messed up mentally, and she'd fallen victim to this physical, mental and emotional abuse being inflicted on her.
But was it too late?
......

*Sorry for any mistakes! I did his on my iPad which is pretty damn hard with falsies on -__- haha hope this was ok for everyone and sorry if anyone finds it confusing please ask me about anything if you did! I will try and answer questions :)) More drama next chapter which will be back to present day, when Nicki is leaving the airport after SB has left, remember from the first chapter? Thanku for all of the comments on the previous chapter ^_____^ well, night Barbz! Muuah...Oh and 8 comments for the next chapter pleeeease :)) oh and sorry it's short :/*


Saturday 11 August 2012

5. The 'F' Word - Part Two

-__- Kay, so I got 8 comments A LOT sooner than I expected XD Thanku guysss! So here is another chapter as I promised. Just to clear up some things I think somebody asked what it meant when it said that "she was done with him" I didn't mean to make it sound like that, I just meant that she was done dealing with him for that day! And now I'm freaking out! That text made y'all think something MASSIVELY bad...you'll soon see anyways :)) liddddle bit more drama in this chapter, hope it's kay for everyone!*

Drake was back at his own place now, pacing like caged animal. What was wrong with him? He loved Nicki with all of his heart, how could he have done something like that to her? Even though what she was doing was wrong, on so many levels to him, he still shouldn't have got that drunk and forcefully had it off with her. He felt disgusting, it was so out of character for him too. But he couldn't lose her, not to him. Thinking about them together made him even more angry as he moved swiftly over to his drinks cabinet and pulled out a bottle, not needing a glass he just drank straight from the nozzle. Sitting alone, stewing on his thoughts.

***

Nicki walked cautiously down the stairs and saw Safaree with her phone in his hand.

"Anything interesting?!" She asked with attitude as she snatched it from him.

"Just ya boy talkin' nonsense." She waited until he had sat down on the couch and turned the TV on until she read the message herself. Honestly she didn't know for sure what he meant but she guessed it had something to do with last night, or maybe he remembered what made him angry. His voice kept popping into her head as she slipped back into what happened.

Flashback

"You know you want it, stop fronting baby." He had tight hold of her with his arms wrapped around her waist. Instinctively she reached for his hands try and stop them as they moved further down.

"Drake, the fuck is wrong with you? I said stop!" She tried again to get out of his grasp but he only gripped her more tightly and pushed her onto the bed. Landing on her front she attempted to get up but he pushed her back down roughly as he grabbed her pyjama shorts and snatched them off, she continued to protest but he moved his hands to secure her arms above her own head, rendering her helpless. Then, ripping her underwear off he tightened his grip on her upper arms causing her to yell out in pain. But that was only the beginning. He was thrusting into her for what seem like hours until he finally let up, to her relief. That feeling was soon shattered as he turned her on to her back, ignoring her tears and never ending pleas for him to stop because he was hurting her. She braced herself again as he had a hulk-like hold on her thighs and once again forced his entry. She let herself relax this time, hoping it would stop it from hurting so much. It worked. Feeling her stop fighting him he loosened his grip on her legs and carried on pounding into her until he was finished.

"Nicki? Nicki? ONIKA?

"Ooo-ni-kaa?!" She snapped out of her little nightmare hearing Safaree yelling her name. He was stood in front of her waving his hand in her face. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." She turned around to go back to her room but he clamped his big, strong hand around the top of her arm making her gasp whilst trying desperately to get him off her. Of course in reality he didn't even grab her hard but re-living that horrible moment was messing with her mind. He let go immediately noticing the look on her face and seeing the marks that were on her. She pulled her arms close to herself, rubbing the spot where his hand had been. She knew he had seen and couldn't even look at him as the tears started to burn her eyes.

"What happened to your arms?"

"Look, it's nothing. Now please could you just drop it? I'm tired and I have to be at the studio in the morning, I'm going to bed." She was true to her word, well about going to bed anyway. Once she was actually in bed she was running over all the things that had happened. Did she really want Drake back? He knew about Safaree and her, she could just tell from the way he acted with her before he did his worst. But today he was the same old Drake again. The one she fell in love with, the one she was engaged to. His drinking problem, undoubtedly, was to blame for this. She remembered seeing his eyes as he lay on top of her that night, they were black and there was nothing there. Like it wasn't him but just a shell of who he really was. Then on the other side she had Safaree. The only reason, she finally realised, she chose Drake was because a) there was definitely some type of love for one another there and b) because he had declared it by proposing. But she knew deep down he wasn't the one. It was Safaree, it always had been and always would be.

She must have drifted off at some point during her never-ending thoughts because she woke up with a tight feeling around her waist. Panicking she pulled urgently at the pair of hands securely wrapped around her and kicked around violently trying to get away. As soon as her feet hit the floor she turned to face her bed and backed away slowly breathing fast and heavy as Safaree sat up with an alarmed look on his face.

"Nic? What's goin' on with you?!" He moved to get out of the bed but she put her hand up signalling for him to stay away from her.

"Please, just...just don't come near me." Her voice was trembling and he could see her body physically shaking. She had stripped down to her underwear before she got into bed because she had the heat on full blast in her room. The light of the full moon was illuminating her bedroom, it was almost like there was a white light on. He noticed her arms again, she tried unsuccessfully to hide them but she saw his eyes travelling to her waist and chest where more marks had begun to show up, before finally reaching the top of her legs where the bruising was the worst. He could clearly make out what looked like fingertips patterned by bruises on her skin. They looked sore. She blinked at him a few times as her eyes adjusted and noticed it wasn't Drake. She had been having a nightmare about him and therefore expected it to be him when she noticed someone had hold of her.

"Nicki? What did he do to you?" His voice had a hint of anger in it and the last thing she needed was yelling and fighting, she just wanted everything back to normal. Controlling her tears, she pulled her robe from the bedpost, sliding it over her arms and fastening it gently around her middle.

"Nothing. Why are you in here anyway?" He could tell she was lying and trying really, really hard to not to cry, even with the underlying attitude present in her voice.

"My ass he ain't do nothin'. And I'm here 'cause I can read you like a book, you were lying when you said those bruises were nothing and now your lying about him not doin' it." He moved the covers back and walked over to her. "I came up here because something is bothering you, I know it." He placed his hands gently on her shoulders as she couldn't hold back the tears anymore, letting him pull her to his chest. They stayed like this for a while, with him just trying to comfort her. He moved them both back over to her bed and climbed in. Never once letting go of her. She never said anything after that and he let her drift back off to sleep, although he was determined to find out what happened he didn't want to force her, but he was beyond angry and if Drake did what he thought he had done then he was going to stop at nothing to make sure he regretted having ever lay a hand on her.

***

He woke up the next morning alone in Nicki's bed. He was confused at first but then remembered what happened. He didn't get to sleep until around 6am, thinking about her and what could've happened. Nicki however hadn't realised how much of an impact Drake's actions were having on her until last night. She was finished talking about it, and thinking about it so she buried it and pulled her guards up. It's the only way she felt like she could move forward. Making a mental list she planned to finish with Drake, she already had the perfect explanation, and tell Safaree that she loved him and only him. But something was telling her it wasn't going to that simple.

Nic we need to talk. Im worried bout u xx 

She kept reading the text over and over again thinking about what to say back.

Don't worry. Im fine. Just leave it x 

When he received her message he sighed frustratedly. He knew what she was doing, putting her brick walls up and once they were up they were damn hard to knock down again. He didn't reply because he knew she was at the studio with Wayne and Baby, he didn't want to be a distraction.

***

"Aight Nic, we done our verses. Yo' turn." Wayne jokingly bowed to her which made her giggle slightly.

"God Wayne! You are such an ass!" She motioned to slap him as she carried on laughing.

"My bad Barbie! But forreal though we gotta be quick with this one, we runnin' behind." He made his way back over to a seat next to Baby as she made her way in to the booth before laying down her verse for their new track. Everything went well and she was finished sooner than expected, without anyone noticing her issues.

When she got home she saw Safaree's car was gone and exhaled with relief knowing that she wouldn't have to face him just yet, she needed to call Drake. She hadn't spoken to him since last night and needed to find out what happened with him and also to break it to him gently that they were finished. Once she made inside she clicked call on her phone. It only rang four times before he picked up.

"S'up baby?" His voice was cracking and he was slurring ever so slightly.

"Aubrey? Are you......Are you drunk?" Her voice elevated with anger as she finished asking her question.

"Nah, bay I told you already. Imma stay away from that shit, like, it's poison right?" He wasn't as drunk as she thought but he was still drinking nevertheless, and she had specifically told him not to otherwise he would face the consequence of losing her for good.

"You know what?! I'm done with you, I fuckin' gave you another chance nigga and you just gone and fucked up again! It's over Aubrey!" She ended the call abruptly and felt herself actually crying. She didn't know if it was everything getting on top of her or the fact that she just split up with her fiance. She was dreading the media getting hold of this, that was another thing she could do without right now. Just letting go and crying herself to sleep on the couch she didn't hear the door open and close again as he entered the house.

***

Sensing, in her sleep, that someone was watching her she opened her eyes and before she could make a noise he put his hand firmly over her mouth.

"Make a noise and you'll regret it." His voice was eerily calm and his eyes, those same blacked out eyes, were focused on hers. It was Drake. All she could do was merely hum against his hand but nobody could hear so what was the point? He let go gently and bent down to her level as she tried to regain the air she was deprived of. "Let me talk. You did your talkin', now it's my turn." He waited for her to answer before he continued. She just nodded shakily. "I know about your sordid lil' affair. That hurt me Onika. I dedicated three years of my life to you, I love you. Then I find out you fuckin' yo' best friend. The fuck is with that?" She couldn't work out what was going on, the words he was using were angry yet the way sounded when he said it was sweet yet hurt.

"How....How do you know 'bout that?" She sniffed, not feeling that intimidated as he was at her level and talking reasonably.

"I overheard your phone call, you'd be surprised at how hollow those fuckin' doors are." He looked down, when she noticed his hands shaking. That and his calmness and dark eyes, made her start to think maybe he had taken something and she began to feel uneasy around him again.

"I never meant to hurt you Aubr-" He stood up quickly making her jump and also rise to her feet.

"YOU NEVER MEANT TO HURT ME? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GON' STAND THERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FUCKIN' FACE?!" He didn't give her chance to answer before he turned around and flipped the glass coffee table over sending shards of glass every which way as she tried to shield her face. Had he well and truly lost it? He went mental, trashing anything in sight and completely destroyed what used to be the lounge room. As he sat panting trying to regain his breath after his outburst of fury, Nicki pondered whether or not to move from her place of safety. But his voice made her freeze.

"See what you've done to me?"

*BOOOOOOOOM Imma leave it there cause now Im just typing all kinds of shit cause Im once again dozing off at the laptop XD Hope it was okay ://// also 8 comments for part three puhleeeaase ^_^ ...Maybe I should make it 10 next time though? >__> haha anyway goodnight barbz :* I apologise for any mistakes! I was watching Mob Wives while I typed, shit got too intense for me NOT to watch! XD*


Wednesday 8 August 2012

4. The 'F' Word - Part One

*Okay, I don't want to confuse anyone so I thought I better explain. The first chapter is set in the present day and chapters 2 and 3 are flashbacks to before Safaree left. The next few chaps will be leading up to Safaree leaving and then I will cut back to the present day? Ya got me? Im sorry if I confused you you!! Well hope it's alright for everyone!*

Safaree was still sat in the kitchen an hour later wondering why the hell Nicki was still in bed, she usually never slept this late. Especially when she knew she was going to the studio in the afternoon. Looking around he stopped when something caught his eye, it was a bottle of wine he and Rex had well and truly consumed a few weeks ago, only it was Nicki's. He knew she would never drink it anyway so they refilled it with all sorts of different alcohol they could find, thinking about it now they could have just used water but they were beyond wasted at the time. Suddenly starting to panic he stood up, grabbed her breakfast plate out of the oven and headed up to her room. What if she had been drinking their crazy concoction? She could hardly handle her liqor as it was. Knocking furiously he waited for her to answer. Still nothing.

"Nic? Nicki, come on! Just open the door, please?"

She didn't move, instead she just lay still and hoped he would go away. She knew he wouldn't though and to be honest his constant yelling for her to let him in was giving her a headache. Slowly sitting up she threw the covers back and shuffled over to the door.

"What?" She snapped as she opened it to see him stood there with a plate.

"Shit, what the hell took you so long?" He made his way in to her room as she rolled her eyes and shut the door behind him.

"Safaree, what are you doing?"

"Im flying a kite Onika. The fuck does it look like? I made you breakfast, but if you gon' act like this then I ain't stickin' 'round to deal with your bad attitude." He stood up to walk away expecting her to stop him but she didn't. He was surprised.

"You're gonna leave me anyway so, whatever." She mumbled as she started to make her bed up.
He couldn't believe she was actually being like this, she was the on who picked Drake and now he was being punished for that.

"Look, Nicki! I fucking gave a choice. You picked him. End of. I'm not 'bout to stick 'round to see you two happily gettin' on with your lives, while I'm stuck watching the woman I love with another nigga! I can't do that, I won't do that!" He shook his head and walked out, slamming the door behind him as the tears started rolling down her face.

Later on that day Nicki finally managed to drag herself out of that room and headed downstairs, she was thankful that Safaree had cleaned up after last night. She was supposed to be heading to the studio in less than half an hour so she skipped food and went straight there, hoping it would take her mind off of things.

***

"Draaaake?!" His friend Johnny (don't ask!) was shaking him only to receive a few groans until he finally opened his eyes. "Shit! What the fuck were you drinking last night?!" He started laughing as he sat up slowly.

"Woaah! Ion even know...why i am at your place?" He looked around confusedly.

"You don't remember? You told me that you and Nic had an argument last night at hers so I told you I'd come get you 'cause you couldn't drive, you were so fucked up! I had to take James with me to get your car and bring it back here!" He pointed to Drake's car out of the window.

"Wait? I had an argument with Nicki?" He furrowed his brow. "Is that all I said?"

"Pretty much." Johnny folded his lips after saying it. "You want somethin' to eat? You lookin' pasty?"

"Nah, I'm good...thanks. I better go sort things with Nic." He rested his head in his hands and sighed loudly before pulling out his phone and texting her.

***

Lunch at Primo's, I'll pay. We need to talk, bout last night. x

She really couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. Slamming her phone down she caught Wayne's attention.

"Hey, you okay Nic?"

"Fine." She didn't bother looking at him.

"Bullshit you're fine! Look at you slammin' your phone down and shit." He moved closer to her. "Look, we pretty much done here, you can go if you want?" He knew she wouldn't talk if she didn't want to so decided to let her go home and fix whatever needed fixing.

"Thanks." Without making eye contact she hugged him feebly and headed out to her car whilst texting Drake back.

I'll see you there.

He knew he was in deep shit when she replied that abruptly, so preparing for the worst he drove home, showered and got changed before grabbing his keys and making his way across town to Primo's. She wasn't there thankfully so he was shown to their reserved table and waited for her. When she finally did get there she looked tired. He stood up awkwardly to greet her but was met with a cold stare.

"Don't." She snapped and sat down.

"Look, Ion know what I've done, or what happened but I can't remember shit from last night. What'd we argue 'bout this time?" He looked nervous and kind of shy which caught her attention.

"Argue?" She laughed dryly "We did a lot more than fucking argue Drake!" Shaking her head she stood up to leave. "I don't even know why I came."

"Nicki wait!" He grabbed her arm making her turn around quickly.

"Get your fucking hands off of me! Now!"

"Would you just stop, or at least tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to have done?!" He was getting angry now. He soon calmed after realising that hald of the restaurant goers were looking at them, some probably knew who they were too. "Look, let's go back to your place. We need to talk, privately."

Back at her house, she let them both in and they headed to the lounge room.

"Now, you think we could have a decent conversation? like adults?" Nicki just sat and waited for him to talk. "I'm sorry for whatever I did, like I said, Ion remember shit. What happened?"

"First of all, how the fuck are you sorry when you ain't even know what you did?" He flinched slightly at the level of anger in her voice.

"Well tell me what happened then." He decided to stay cool otherwise they were both just going to explode and nothing would be resolved. She frowned hard.

"Wait? So, you really can't remember what happened last night? What you did to me?" Her Queens accent was showing through her sentences, he crumpled his face up at the last question as he looked down at his hands.

"Please, don't tell me I lay a hand on you?"

"You laid both your fuckin' hands on me! You wouldn't stop, I said 'No' over and over and over again...you just wouldn't fucking listen!" Her voice started to crack so she stood up and walked over to the window with her back to him. "And then I kept telling you to stop. I was begging for fucks sake." There was no response so she turned around to look at him, he had his head resting in his hands and she watched him for a few seconds only to realise he was crying. She didn't go over to him in case he wasn't but hearing him actually sob made her go back and sit down. "You really can't remember?" Her voice was softer now, all he could do was shake his head no. She had never, ever seen a guy cry like this before. After a couple of minutes he managed to compose himself.

"So, I....?" He didn't even have to finish asking as she shook her head yes to answer him and looked down. "Ahh fuck, I can't remember anything. I am so, so, so sorry Nic! You know I would never mean to hurt you." She could honestly say she knew he wouldn't hurt her, so long as he wasn't drunk anyways. Deep down she did know that he was genuine and her mother's words echoed through her mind "Forgiveness, you can't move forward unless you forgive". Moving closer to him she put her hand on his cheek and wiped away some of the tears that lingered there.

"I..Believe you. I forgive you too, we can work this out. On condition that you stop with the alcohol though." It wasn't a question and he knew it. There was no way he was going near that stuff again if it meant possibly losing her, or doing something to her that he might regret...again. She leaned in to kiss him gently, he kissed her back too and they both pulled away and fell back slowly into the couch with his arm wrapped around her shoulders and her hand resting on his chest. They stayed there for a while and just as she was drifting off to sleep they heard keys in the front door and Safaree stepped in with a load of shopping bags in his hand. He felt awful after yelling at Nicki that morning so he went out and got her some presents whilst he was running his errands. Much to his dismay Drake was there. They both turned around on the couch to see him dropping his keys in the bowl, as soon as Drake saw him memories of the night before came flooding back. Then he remembered what must have got him so angry.

"S'up?" Safaree asked as he made his way past the lounge room into the kitchen. Drake didn't answer as Nicki just smiled at SB she was also feeling bad about how the morning went. She was still hurt, angry and upset about what Drake did to her but if her mother said that 'forgiving' is what had to be done, then she would do it. However much she didn't want too, her mother knew best and it would pan out eventually. Or would it?

"Imma go take a shower, you can stay and catch up with Faree if you want?" She asked sweetly hoping that he would say yes. She really didn't want him to shower with her.

"Or, I could go with you?" She was facing away from him at that point and cringed, quickly trying to think of an excuse.

"Oh noo, wait! I didn't mean like that I just...I mean-" She cut him off before he got too loud and Safaree heard.

"It's fine, I know....You could just watch the TV while you wait." She continued up the stairs with him following. He had to think of something, there was no way he would be able to stay in the same room as Safaree and not want to hit him. Once they reached her room, the familiar surroundings made him remember some more. He shuddered and shook the thoughts out of his head as Nicki gathered herself some fresh clothes and lay them on the bed. Walking into the bathroom she shut the door behind her and proceeded to shower as he sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, he couldn't sit on it knowing what he had done to her there. At the same time as feeling guilty and sick he still felt incredible anger towards her and her little affair she had going on. Even more so when he looked around her room only just noticing all of the pictures of Nicki and Safaree everywhere. There was not ONE picture of himself to be seen. "Fuck this! She's just takin' me for a ride!" he had been having incredibly angry outbursts for the last few months now, only made worse by his daily drinking habit. Once angered he found it exceptionally hard to calm him self down again, he felt the alcohol calmed him but that was just numbing him. Instead it just ignited his fury even more. Reaching into his pocket he found an airplane liqor bottle (you know the mini ones you get?) he skulled it and put it back in his pocket, exhaling slowly. Before he knew it Nicki was re-appaearing out of the bathroom in just her towel, a very short towel. His eyes went straight to all of the marks and bruises on her inner thighs and upper arms. Catching him looking she grabbed the clothes attempting to go back into the bathroom and change.

"Did...did I do that to you?" Turning around slowly she answered him in a shy, quiet tone.

"Yes." He shut his eyes and ran his hands over his face as she went back to the bathroom and changed. When she came back out fully dressed he was gone, she heard the front door shut and sighed out of relief. Quite honestly she was done with him, but she desperately wanted to abide her mother's words and say she tried. Her phone buzzed downstairs, Safaree heard it and picked it up to see who was texting her, he huffed when he saw his name and nosily decided to read what it said.

I can't deal with this right now.

Safaree frowned. "The fuck he talkin' 'bout?" But little did either of them know....

*Ohh god, sorry bout how short it is, I promise SB will be in it more for the next chapter. I just needed to make Drake seem like less of a monster....for now! Oh yeah and this is the one that I asked to please  have 8 comments before I continue, just so that I can concentrate on my others too! Cuz I know I won't get 8 comments for a while so I can update Forever Young, I have been neglecting that one!! Well hope it wasn't too drama-less...just wait for part two! And let the drama begin!! >_< Oh and sorry for typos! *

Friday 3 August 2012

3. Aftershock - Part Two (Full Chapter)

*Kay so here is the full chapter guys, I hope it's alright for you all and this now no longer a oneshot blog, so this is a story now! I might find it easier seeing as I won't have to keep coming up with new ideas XD Well, enjoy and once again just saying I actually LOVE Drake as an individual, I just prefer Onikafaree as a coupling!! They're too cute!! ^_^ Enjoy!*

Nicki thought for a second before reaching for the handle, she was only around two steps away from the door when she was talking to Lauren. What if he heard? As more questions started to pop up in her head she dismissed them quickly and opened the door.

"Hey, what took you so long?" He laughed and kissed her before making his way into her house. They usually lived together at his place but with him on tour she moved back in with Safaree so she wasn't lonely. Drake was fine with it, he knew that he was he best friend. If only he really knew.

"Sorry, I was clearing up in the kitchen." She closed the door quietly and turned to see him sat on the edge of the couch.

"What's wrong? You seem really....deflated?" She felt bad instantly seeing the worry in his face.

"Nothing. Nothing, I'm just tired and stressed and..." She trailed off and wiped her hands over her face sighing heavily as she did so. "I just need an early night." He looked down at his hands which were resting in his lap and that's when she noticed he was wearing his 'going-out' clothes and both his hair and facial hair were freshly shaven.

"So, I take it you don't wanna go out tonight?" He looked up slowly with a small, slightly embarrassed, smile on his face.

"Oh babe, I'm sorry. I really am. It's just with Safaree leaving, being in the studio and planning the wedding I really can't be bothered to leave the house." She pouted and walked over to him, he gladly pulled her on to his lap and kissed her cheek.

"It's fine, I understand." He fell back into the chair with her still sat on him. "Hey, what food you got in? I could cook us a meal?" As he asked that her stomach growled ferociously. "Welp, that just answered for me!" He shifted her to the side, kissed the top of her head and started to make his way into the kitchen when he turned back to look at her. "You go relax, take a bath and de-stress. I'll shout you when I'm done." He grinned and carried on back to the kitchen. She felt like shit. How could she be doing this to somebody as sweet as him? Shaking her head she stood up and took his advice about the bath.

***

Safaree was laying comfortably on his bed thinking about what had happened. He really couldn't believe that Nicki would choose a guy she's known for three and half years over him. Her best friend since high school. He was completely lost in his thoughts when his phone rang loudly on his bedside table. It was Lauren.

"S'up Ham?" He didn't need to ask though, he knew she was calling about Nicki and his situation.

"Don't Safaree. Just don't. I know you gave her an ultimatum! How the hell could you do that?! I told you! Give her time, she woulda picked you in the end, I know it."

"Uhhm, newsflash, she chose HIM not ME!" He sat up angrily. "Y'know what, I'll call you later I have to go." He hung up, not letting her say anything. He couldn't believe he was leaving but it became more real when he saw his suitcases half packed on his bedroom floor. Gathering his shoes and tracksuit top he threw them on and headed downstairs, slamming the front door behind him. Nicki heard from her room as she lay in the bath, knowing it was Safaree storming out she felt her hot tears trickling down her face to meet the bathwater and disappear.

***

Almost as soon as he had turned and entered the kitchen the warm and loving grin he just gave Nicki disappeared as the fury took over. He steadied himself on the kitchen sink trying to calm down. He had never been so hurt, so angry in his whole life but he wasn't going to flip on her just yet. No. He was going to have her as his bride whether she liked it or not and as for Safaree, he needed to be gone.



Making her way back downstairs the smell of food hit her, that's when she realised how hungry she was. She saw Safaree's phone on the floor. It must have slipped out of his pocket again, picking it up she set it on the table near the door for when he came back to get it. He never went anywhere without it.


"You done relaxin' babe?" She felt his arms wrap around her, usually she would accept but this time he could feel her shift uncomfortably.


"Yep. Mmm, somethin' smells good!" She moved out if his grasp and headed towards the kitchen to check out what he had been cooking as he felt himself getting heated again after she disappeared out of view.


"Calm Aubrey, you got this. She ain't leavin' you for that nigga." Successfully calming himself he pasted on a fake smile and followed behind her.


"Mmm, babe what is this is? It's amazing!" She covered her mouth as she spoke, trying not to spit food everywhere. Forcing a laugh he moved closer to her.


"It's a secret recipe that nobody but myself and my family know. And I intend to keep it that way!" He reached around her from behind and pulled her back to his chest slowly and gently. "I missed you while I was away." He murmured into her neck as he began placing small kisses on her skin.


"Hmm, I missed you too." She pulled away. "But right now, I could eat a horse! Food first." She walked away casually, not knowing that he knew. He really couldn't hold the anger in anymore, he knew why she was rejecting him.


"You avoidin' me?" He cut straight to the point causing her to turn and stare.


"No, babe what are you talkin' about? I'm just hungry and I already said I'm tired and stressed!" She started saying it sweetly but then changed her tone after she realised he was only angered because he wanted something in particular from her. She hated that about him, at least when she was with Safaree he would enjoy just sitting and talking with her but with Drake the main thing on his mind was sex.


"Wait. I been away for weeks on tour and when I get back to be with you it's all thrown back in my fuckin' face?! The fuck is up with that Onika?!" She twisted her face up.


"Don't fucking act like I don't earn, Drake. I do. Matter fact if you check the figures from this year you'll find I raked in almost two million more than you!" She crossed her arms waiting for him to respond, he didn't though he just sighed and sat down. Seeing him surrender first she let down her guard down and sat next to him on the couch. "Look, you only just got back and we already at each others throats! Do you think this is gonna work?" She gently put her hand on his and squeezed it.


"I'm sorry, it's just, well I guess you're right. We never see each other and then when we do all the anger just comes out." He shook his head and squeezed her hand back. "But I'll make this work, you'll see." He kissed her sweetly on the lips, whilst she was unaware of the ulterior motive behind that comment.


"Come on, I'm starving, let's go eat this 'secret recipe' of yours!" She giggled as she stood and he tapped her on her butt on their way in to the kitchen. The kind atmosphere didn't last long before another petty argument occurred, only this time Drake had been drinking. She was on her way back upstairs to change into her pyjamas.


"So you're refusin'?" he stood with his hands by his side.


"Drake. Please, I'm not in the mood and I'm fucking tired. Just, leave." She was really trying to stop the tears now. But was shocked when he started laughing.


"You been gettin' it from another nigga, haven't you?" She froze, not knowing what to say but before she could breathe an answer he put his arms tightly around her waist. "I know you have."


***


Safaree noticed earlier on that he didn't have his phone but going back to see Drake and Nicki together wasn't an option. Leaving Rex's at almost 2am he figured it might be safe to go back seeing as they were probably in bed. He cringed at the thought of him touching her. He was shocked when he pulled into the driveway only to see Drake's car gone. "Musta had gone back to their place." He thought to himself.


Opening the front door he was shocked to see the couches looking horrendously untidy with their cushions scattered across the room. "Damn, if they been gettin' freaky on my fuckin' couch again..." he trailed off and shook his head. Going through to the kitchen he stopped dead noticing their mess hadn't been cleaned up in there either and the plates were still sat at the table. "The fuck? I ain't cleanin' this up." He threw the food out and stacked the plates to clean later, when he noticed Nicki's house keys still sat on the hook telling him that she was still home. He would have shouted her but they weren't really speaking so he just headed straight to bed.


Waking up the next morning he stretched and grabbed at his phone yawning loudly. It felt weird waking up without her, usually she would venture into his room after he had gone to sleep and climb into bed with him. He sighed as he read a message from Lauren.


Yoo, Nic was crushed yesterday! I understand you gotta be mad at her for choosing him but you leaving is going to kill her! Fix it, and tell her to txt me back. The bitch is ignoring me and Candi! xxx Lauren


He understood what she was saying but did nobody understand that staying and seeing them together on a daily basis would kill him? No. But he did know he wanted to build bridges before he left, there was no way he was leaving for good on a sour note, cooking her breakfast was usually a good 'I'm Sorry' gesture so he headed downstairs to make her favourite.


She could hear him clanging around, she just prayed he wasn't doing anything kind and sweet that would make resisting him even more difficult. She hadn't moved since Drake left and was still naked usually she hated sleeping naked but the pain she felt between her legs when she moved made her deal with it. She felt violated, scared and trapped. The bruises, luckily were on her arms and thighs and were concealable under a shirt or something. She panicked thinking that Safaree might come in to wake her and see her like this so she carefully sat up grabbing her t-shirt off of the floor near her side table and went over to get some underwear out of her drawers. Her thong was laying near the door, ripped at the side from when he snatched her clothes roughly, she shuddered thinking about it. Truthfully she had tried to fight him off as best she could and almost succeeded but he was powered by anger as opposed to her fear. He had sex with her, forcefully. She didn't even think of it as rape because he was her fiance but thinking about it now, that is exactly what it was. She couldn't remember how many times she said 'no' and pleaded him to stop but he wouldn't. In the end she just remained still to try and remove some of the pain.


"Nic? You 'wake?" He knocked and spoke quietly but it still made her jump, she couldn't face him right now or anyone for that matter so she made her way back to the bed. He guessed she was still asleep and decided to go clean the kitchen and then come back to wake her up later. As soon as she knew he was gone she stripped the bed of its sheets and piled them into the corner to throw away later. After putting new sheets on she showered and scrubbed her skin almost red raw trying to clean herself of him but forced herself to stop when it started stinging too much. knowing that Safaree would have heard the shower going and try and come talk to her again she locked her bedroom door before climbing back into her clean bed, securing herself under the covers....




*There you go kids!! Hope it's okay for you :/ I'm not too sure about it but I'll see how you respond ^__^ Thanku guys for commenting on previous chapters, HIA will be updated later too!! Sorry for any typos! Muuah*