I stepped off the bus, as it pulled up at Chris' house. I was fuming. I was so mad and upset, I could cry. I wanted to cry, I needed to cry. What the video showed was a nightmare back to reality.

I run as quick as I can to the front door, knocking on the door like the police.

"OPEN THE DOOR." I yell.

The door opens and August stands there, looking confused.

"Where's Chris?" I asked, trying not to showcase my tears.

"He inna' kitchen. You good, ma?" He answered and I shake my head.

"Take me to Chris, please."

He stepped aside, opening the door wider for me. I step inside and saw my baby on the couch, eating a bunch of junk food, watching some type of anime show.

I gasp, grabbing Christian's attention. "Hi baby!"

He began to run in full speed toward me. His smile was so wide. I could feel myself crying as he collided against me.

"Hi momma. I miss you, what you doing here?" He asked, wiping my tears.

My tears was a mixture of missing Christian, to knowing my biggest nightmare was back.

"I need to talk to uncle Chris." I said, planting kisses all over his face. "Mommy miss you so much. I love you, baby. I'm sorry I could protect you like I should've. Mommy is so sorry. You forgive me?"

He pouts, tears clouding his beautiful brown eyes. "Mommy, don't cry. I sorry, mommy. I forgive you."

I wipe his tears, hugging him again. "Don't cry. We're gonna be alright. God got us."

After calming down and wiping our tears, Christian walks back to the living room, while August walks me to the kitchen. I walk in to see Chris eating a huge sub and some chips.

"That's why you're fat now, you need to slow down on eating." I said, walking over to him throwing myself in his arms.

"I can work this off. A lot of my fans love my rolls, thank you." He hugged me back and I pull away. "Aye, was you cryin'?"

I began to think about the video and start to tear up again. "So listen, I hired a babysitter for Christian, right. And I was feeling a bit uneasy about it so I put cameras around my apartment and as you know I had to go into the hospital for Christian like two times. The first time, he was throwing up all over the place and he passed out, the doctor said he had rat poisoning in his system." Chris cuts me off.

"Fuck wrong with her dumb ass?" He said, balling his fist up.

"Listen," I said. "The second time, you know he had the burns all over his arms and chest. Early when I got off the phone with you and August, I checked the tapes and Parker was tormenting my baby. Every burn he has in his body, she put it on him. Talking about the pot tipped over. She pushed it off the stove onto him. She put rat poisoning in his food. Then as the video keeps going. There he was. There was Raymond. Chris, he out of prison. Why didn't the courts contact me telling me he was out?" I cried, leaning my body over the counter.

"Shit," Chris said, pacing the floor.

"Who Raymond?" August asked, stepping into the kitchen.

"Nigga, remember when I told you her dumb ass ex fucked her up. That's Raymond. That bitch ass, pussy ass, ol 'since I can't get pussy, I gotta rape innocent ass girls' ass nigga. I hate that sus ass bitch." Chris said angrily.

"Fuck was he doin' inna' video?" August asked.

"He tried to play hero, I guess. Then it was like all volume was cut from the video and it shut off when he picked Christian up." I said, shaking my head.

"Nah, bruh." Chris said, walking away from us to grab his phone. "You want me to call up some niggas for that punk ass nigga?"

"No, I-I don't know what to do. I've never been in this predicament by before. Should I get a restraining order taking out against him?" I asked.

"Yeah, do dat or you can always get a body guard or some shit." August suggested.

"Just let me kill that bitch, pussy ass nigga. Ima kill his ugly ass, on me." Chris said.

"Calm down please." I said, looking over at him.

Chris was completely out of it. He didn't want to hear what I had to say. I know how his anger can be and I don't want him to be so focused on my life that he he forget he's Chris Brown. The media will turn him crazy. He doesn't need this negativity or my bull crap around him. He's so worried about hurting Raymond, that if he does we all know TMZ loves to bash Chris, they try to torture Chris in the blogs. He can't have that.

"Chris please." I grabbed his hands, making him look at me. "For me, just calm down, please."

He rolled his eyes, "Man, fine. Just know when you leave, ima talk hella shit about that nigga."

"Kay." I said, taking my hands out of his.

"I'm about to go watch a movie with my nephew, don't be here thinking this the studio. We ain't having that no mo." Chris joked, walking out the kitchen.

"Ya' good?" August asked.

"Honestly, no. I'm scared. He knows where I live, nine chances out of ten, he know where I work, and he knows my son." I stressed, putting my hand on my head.

"Ain' no reason ta' be scared. Ya' gon' have me and Chris witcha. That nigga ain' gon' come around if he know two muthafucka wanna beat his ass. And if ya' want, on days whea' I ain' around or Chris, I could try ta' getcha some extra protection." He suggested and I look up at him.

"I don't want to seem weak." I said lowly.

"At this moment, fuck bein', lookin', or feelin' weak. Dis ya son's and ya safety onna line. If ya was a whole ass nigga outchea talm bout some "I ounno seem weak" then fuck extra protection, nigga just gon' have ta' boss up, but you a female goin' against a nigga that just did some fuckin' years in prison, He said, pointing at me. "On me, dat nigga not touchin' you or lil man."

I bit my lip, looking at him. "But what if he does?"

"Fuck dat, ima be every fuckin' where. Dat nigga not puttin' his dick beatin' hands on y'all."

I looked away from him and run my fingers through my hair. For reasons unknown, I felt a lot of truth to what he was saying and I believe he's gonna keep his word on keeping me and Christian safe.

"I believe you." I whispered.

"Look at me," he said, pulling me by my arms. "I gotchu baybeh, I promise."

I felt my breath get caught in my throat because of the look August was giving me. He was so beautiful. His brown eyes, soft caramel skin, his lips... He was a sight to see.

"Why ya starin' at a nigga like dat?" He asked, smirking a little.

"L-like what?"

"Like ya want a nigga ta' fuck ya' right."

I gasped and pushed him away from me. I begin to feel my face burn with embarrassment. "You're nasty."

"Only for you, baybeh." He throws a wink in my direction, grabbing himself through his pants. "Just gimme the word, baybeh and I'll do ya right."

I quickly remove my eyes from his pants and literally run right out the kitchen.