Phone Call

Chris Brown's P.O.V

"You ready, mamas?" I asked, watching as Kayla adjusted her position on the hospital bed.

"Yeah, let me use the bathroom real quick. And no, I don't need any help," she insisted, already reaching for her crutches.

I gave her a pointed look, arms crossed. "Kayla, you have a broken arm and leg. Let me help."

"Nah, I got it. Just grab my stuff for me?" she countered, determined as ever.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Fine, Marie. Always so damn stubborn."

"Thank you, Maurice," she shot back playfully before slowly making her way to the bathroom.

While she was inside, I went over to her duffel bag and started packing up her things. She'd been in here for three days now, and the doctors said all she needed was rest and pain management. Still, seeing her hurt like this had been rough—rougher than I let on.

Hearing the toilet flush and the water run, I glanced up just in time to see her emerge, balancing on her crutches.

"Ready?" I asked, already reaching out just in case she needed me.

She nodded, and together, we headed out.

Later That Night

Kayla winced as I helped her settle into my bed.

"Owww, that hurts!" she hissed, shifting to find a comfortable position.

"Shit, my bad," I said quickly, adjusting the pillows behind her.

"Chrissy, my body is sore, please be careful," she pouted, her voice laced with exhaustion.

"Aight, damn. I got you, baby," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before getting up.

I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing her a glass of water and retrieving her pain meds from the counter. When I returned, she was resting her head against the pillow, eyes fluttering slightly.

"Here, baby," I said, handing her the glass.

"Thanks."

She took the pill and swallowed it down with a sip of water, sighing as she placed the cup on the nightstand.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked, climbing into bed beside her.

"Sure," she murmured, shifting slightly to lean against me.

"What you wanna watch?"

"Can we watch American Horror Story? I need to catch up."

I frowned. "Hell nah, I hate that show."

She gasped dramatically. "Babe, what?! That's a classic!"

"Classic my ass," I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Pleassseee," she whined, poking her lip out in a full pout.

I groaned, already knowing I was gonna give in. "Fine. But you owe me."

She narrowed her eyes. "Owe you what, Christopher?"

I smirked, leaning down to press a kiss against her shoulder. "Something to make up for the trauma I'm about to endure."

She rolled her eyes but giggled. "You're so dramatic."

"Yeah, yeah, just turn the damn show on," I muttered, wrapping my arm around her waist as she grabbed the remote.

Kayla Greene's P.O.V

Half an hour into the episode, my phone started vibrating on the nightstand. The screen lit up with an unknown number.

Frowning, I turned my head to check if Chris was still awake. His arm was draped over me, his breathing slow and steady. Asleep.

Not wanting to wake him, I carefully grabbed my phone and answered in a whisper.

"Hello?"

"Wassup, baby?" a deep voice responded.

My entire body stiffened. That voice—one I hadn't heard in a long time but could never forget.

"I think you got the wrong number," I said, my tone instantly guarded.

"Nah, I don't. You really don't know who this is? Damn, Kay."

A chill ran down my spine. My grip on the phone tightened. I did know who this was.

"H-How did you get my number?" I stammered.

"I got my ways, babygirl."

My stomach twisted in knots.

"Well, I'ma need you to lose it," I said firmly, my voice shaking slightly.

"Why would I do that? You got a boyfriend now?"

Silence.

I couldn't even speak.

"So you do?" he chuckled darkly. "Aite, let's see about that."

Then, the line went dead.

I sat frozen, my heart pounding. My hands were trembling as I slowly put the phone back down.

What the hell did he mean by that?

I swallowed hard, glancing over at Chris. He was still asleep, unaware of the storm that had just started brewing in my head.

I didn't know what to do.

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