Chapter 8

Four days had passed since Safaree told Nicki the truth. He hated that he hurt her, but he couldn’t keep the secret from her anymore. He was on his way to the house and he could only pray that she had accepted it. He pulled into the drive way and sat there for a moment just thinking. Whatever happened in there today could destroy everything he and Nicki worked so hard to build over the past years. He got out the car and dragged to the door. He had butterflies in his stomach and found his self kneeling in front of the door. He couldn’t breathe. He was having an anxiety attack and no one was around to see him. Before he collapsed to the ground he managed to hit the door bell.

                Nicki maneuvered to the door swiftly expecting Safaree to be there. She opened the door and saw him lying there gasping for air and dropped to her knees, “Safaree, baby please. Breathe Faree breathe.” She picked up her phone to dial 911 and gave them the info they needed, she then got back on her knees to perform CPR. When the ambulance arrived they instructed her to drive her own car to the hospital to ensure she had a ride home afterward. She refused to let Safaree ride by himself.

“My chauffeur will come back to get me when I call. I will NOT leave him by himself.”

“As you wish.”

                Nicki was holding SB’s hand when he came-to. He started apologizing immediately for everything and Nicki just shushed him and told him everything would be alright. When they got to the hospital the doctors explained to them both that SB had just been under a lot of stress and the sudden nervous-ness caused his brain to shut down and his breathing to become challenging.

“Mr. Samuels will be PERFECTLY fine I guarantee it. It was only a mild anxiety attack. This happens very often. Especially with celebs such as yourself.”

       Nicki blushed at the reference toward her fame. I am NOT famous guys.

“Are you sure he doesn’t need to stay for some more tests, doc?” Nicki pressed.

“No. Not unless Mr. Samuels has some issues with depression that could have started the attack. Mr. Samuels do you have issues with depression? Or have you had any in the past?”

“Nope. I have good days and bad days. Just fine.”

“Okay, well my nice will be here shortly with your departure papers.”
“OK.”

                The ride home was silent and the tension in the car was palpable. Nicki’s heavy breathing made SB glance over at her time to time. Nicki’s thoughts were racing. She had practiced over and over how she would confront Safaree, but now every single rehearsed line was gone. LaGuardia didn’t teach her how to react when the emotions were REAL and there were 100 different emotions ripping through her body. When they pulled into the driveway Nicki stepped into the house and placed her purse and keys onto the counter. She stepped back onto the porch to blow a kiss at her driver – her way of letting him know she was safely in the house and he could leave now. Safaree sat in the plush cream colored reclining chair and twiddled his thumbs. Nicki dragged her special pink fluffy reclining chair directly in front of him and sat. She stared at him until he looked up and into her eyes. She tried to keep a straight face, but at that time she couldn’t take it. She started crying and sobbing into her small, shaking hands. “Nicki, please don’t cry. I-I’m sorry Nicki. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry you mean so fuckin’ much to me. I’m sorry you don’t appreciate shit I do for you.”
“Nic, don‘t go talking all reckless now. You mean just as much to me as I mean to you.”

“Safa-“

“No. I gotta get somethin’ off my chest. Nicki I love you. And I appreciate everything you do. I messed up. I know. But my one mess up can not be the downfall of what I worked YEARS to build. Nicki, please. I love you. And I don’t wanna wake up without you by my side another day for as long as I live.” SB got on his knees and pulled out the biggest ring Nicki had ever seen. SB smiled and looked up at Nicki. He wasn’t expecting what he saw. She returned his stare with a look of hatred and disgust.

“Safaree I can by my OWN ring. And who the hell told you you could go out and have a baby on me and buy me the fuck off?? WHAT??  You know what? Fuck you! Fuck that ring! Fuck everything. I’m gone!”

                Nicki hopped in her truck (which she previously warned SB not to let her do in RBMS) and drove off. She had no destination. She just wanted to get out of there. She found herself sitting in the parking lot in front of Lauren’s condo. She got out and walked up the steps and prepared to open the door.

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me! Please, baby. I-I-I won’t do it again. Nicki heard a loud shattering sound and a loud THUMP! Right after. She burst the door open and started to struggle to breathe as someone knocked the wind out of her……

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