What I Learned In L.A. (Sequel to What I learned at Hope Springs)

HELP

Chris pulled me into his chest. "Come on man, you gotta calm down Britt Bratt." He begged. I continued to cry as he rubbed small circles into my back. This usually would calm me down but not right now. I just wanna be alone. "Can you just leave?" "What?" "I wanna be alone just leave Chris."

He pulled me away from his chest and looked at me crazy. "I'm not fucking leaving you. I'm staying, the fuck I look like leaving you here alone. Are you crazy?" I sniffed and wiped the tears from my face. "Fine." I said going to the bed and climbing in. I buried my face in the pillows. I felt the bed shift knowing Chris climbed in after me. He stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

Micheal

I was going over some notes in a meeting when I got a text message. I didn't pay attention to it until the meeting ended. Once I looked at it I immediately called Chris.

"Chris what happened?" I was beyond aggravated I knew leaving them alone would be a bad idea. "She called her mom but Ricky was there, I found her cutting." "We don't have fucking razors in our house!" I yelled. "She used a shaving razor bruh, she broke it." He explained.

This shit with her and him was getting on my last nerves. I had every feeling in me to get them both evaluated, and locked up. I sighed. "Alright, where is she now, is she okay?" I asked. "She sleeping." "Alone!" "No I'm with her in the guest room." I heard Chris sigh, I don't know why he was so mad, she was my girl and my responsibility, they both were since neither of them could chill long enough to not almost die.

After the call I left, leaving our assistant in charge telling her that she should call me if anything came up. I went in the house going up to the guest room. Chris was on the edge of the bed, Brittany laying on the side of him. I scooped her up bridal style and carried her into our room. I looked down at her wrist seeing the 4 cuts. Tears filled my eyes, I had so much hope for us and our future. I wanted to marry her and have kids and retire together and she was sabatoging our life. I can't marry her like this, not when she hurts herself everyday. All the time it took for her to trust me, to break those walls down. One phone call, and that's all ruined. I hated it so much.

I laid her down on our bed curling up with her. I cried against her back as she slept. I didn't want to break up with her but she needs help.

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Jasmine

Micheal called me over. I guess he wanted to have some type of intervention with Chris and Brittany. "Hey baby." I said kissing Chris. He looked happier today while Brittany looked depressed. "Hey bae." He said pecking my lips. He had missed the appointment today but it was cool I know he was watching out for Britt Bratt. "What's up Britt." "Hey Jaz." She said. "You okay?" "Yea, I'll be okay." She said.

"Good you're all here, come on we need to talk." Micheal said coming in the kitchen where we all were. I guess he had just gotten here from work.

We all followed him into the living room where he directed us all to sit on the couch. "What's this about Micheal?" I asked I was curious. "I'll explain." he answered. He cleared his throat and let his eyes roam the room. "I know we all been going through a lot. With the anniversary of Honey's death and all of us trying our best to cope it's been hard to just relax ya know." We all shook our heads. It has been hard for us to relax lately.

"Jasmine and me been talking a lot. We want ya'll to get help. We got too much riding on our companies to be having ya'll tripping like this." he said. Damn that was a little harsh. I thought. "Tripping? What you mean tripping?" Chris asked. I could tell he was getting mad. "Baby calm down." I said reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Hell no, the hell he mean we tripping." "Chris you stopped taking your medicine, you know you need your medicine." I'm not crazy!" he yelled. "This is what we're talking about!" I yelled.

Everybody looked at me. "This is exactly what we mean, when we say tripping." I said, shaking my head. "Chris I can't bring this child in the world with you like this, I'm afraid." "Of what?" "You! I'm afraid of you!" I screamed. "Jasmine chill." Micheal said. I shook my head again. "So ya'll been talking about us like we don't even exist?" Brittany asked. "Babe it ain't like that." "Then explain cause it sounds like you and Jasmine got everything figured out." she said causing Micheal to suck his teeth. "We love you guys, we really just want ya'll to get help." I said to both of them.

Brittany started to cry. "Baby come on, don't do that." "Whatever Micheal. This wasn't your concern before." "You're always my concern, don't you ever say that." "How the fuck?"she asked,and I just knew they were about to argue, I sighed. "Everytime Chris has a episode you have a fucking episode, that's not fair to us, now either ya'll agree to get help or ya'll can leave us alone!" Micheal screamed. "Micheal." I whispered. I didn't agree to this part of the conversation. "You don't speak for her, Jaz this what you want?" "No, babe I can't imagine being with anyone else, I'm pregnant with your child why would I want that?" I said grabbing both of his hands. He was almost to tears, "Baby please, just promise me you gonna get help." I said speaking softly.

"If ya'll would have came to us instead of throwing this ultimatum up in the air you would know that, I'm, already planning on getting help." Chris said. "Yea, me too." Brittany added, "but since we can't be trusted." she was being hella sarcastic right now.

Brittany

The nerve of them both. I watched as Chris embraced Jasmine, he really did need her. They were perfect for each other. I shook my head. "Ya'll can just leave us alone!" Echoed in my ear. I went upstairs grabbing two suitcases. I won't be staying here. I started throwing things into the bags that I had placed on the bed. "Baby what you doing?" "I'm leaving." "What, why?" "I can't be here, you don't even trust me, you take my sickness as a fucking joke." "So you gone leave? How is that you harming yourself is a fucking sickness huh? Seems to me that you'd rather do that then allow someone like me to help you, save you." I scoffed, "I'm sorry are you Jesus? You can't save me, no one can."

I continued to pack my bags. "Please don't go, if you leave I'll be too worried." He said. "All my life I've been fighting. I fought to trust, open up to you and with one day, one set back you talk about me like I'm doing this shit on purpose."

The tears started to pour down my cheeks. "I love you Micheal, you've shown me so much love since we've been together and knowing that you don't trust me...I just can't, I can't stay here." "I'm worried, I'm allowed to worry about you!" He was right, he was allowed to worry about me, thing about it was, I didn't want him to. I just wanted to be normal. "Let me take care of this, let me get some help, I'll come back ready to be what you want." I said sniffling.

"Baby." He said taking the the suitcases from me that I packed up so quick. He sat them on the floor and took my hands. "I don't want you to be anything different, I want and need you to be yourself." I continued to cry as he wrapped his arms around. "I want you to stay here, please don't go. We can do this together, I swear I'll never doubt you again I swear babe." Surprisinly he started to cry. "Ok." I whispered, "Okay."

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I like to take super long with this cause my sister drills me about it, she plays Brittany btw!! Anyways...thanks for reading you guys ✌Mochacurlzzz ✌