Imagines Request

Price of Fame

|Not a request.| Stephen Curry|

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I sat back in bed, wondering how it's come to this, wondering how I have become such a degrading human being, wondering.

Around this time last year, I loved myself; the way I looked, my life, and the company I kept. Now, I feel as if I'm not enough. Not good enough to be a lawyer, not good enough to be a basketball wife, not good enough for him.

Stephen started off as my best friend- hell, my only friend. I was there for him through everything and I still am. Everything was fine until we decided to try to be together. I thought things would be perfect, but they're not. His new claimed fame has changed him, it's changed everything.

Wardell has taken an interest in different women, women that I cannot compete with. I've tried to show him that I can give him things that those women can't by having his child, but so far, it's to no avail. I'm stuck here with a big pregnant belly, and he's still interested in those thicker, sexier, and lighter women.

He won't come out and say it, but he doesn't love me anymore, I can feel it. I don't blame him. I don't love me anymore.

"Alexis!" I heard the unmistakeable voice of my boyfriend before I actually saw his 6' 3" frame.

I didn't respond. I sat back in the bed, feeling numb with the realization that I'm unloved by everyone.

I mean, who wants a dark, twig like woman? Nobody.

"Why you crying?" Stephen's face conveyed worry, maybe even a little concern.

I shook my head and wiped my tears. "I'm fine."

He smiled. "Good. I came up here to tell you that I'm going out with Klay tonight."

I nodded my head, not wanting to look into his mesmerizing hazel eyes. Even that smile can't distract me from the true meaning of his message.

"Have fun."

Wardell would've known that something was terribly wrong with me, that I was on the verge of ending it all, and that when I said 'have fun' I held the urge to burst into tears.

Stephen Curry, the MVP and the beholder of the Golden State Warriors jersey with the number thirty plastered on it, wouldn't know any of these things. Stephen Curry does not care. Stephen Curry has been who I've been exposed to for a full year now.

I don't want to be in a world where I'm not welcomed or loved; a world without Wardell.

I slid down into the bath tub filled to the brim with steaming hot water. The water burns my skin, but I love it. Its first thing I've felt besides depression in days.

Tears spilled out of my eyes, mixing with the water. Steam from the heat made the bathroom feel and look like a sauna. I took a deep breath and dunked my head under the water. After while, I feel the pain in my chest, letting me know that I need to get air. Though, the pain increased, I'm not coming up.

I heard a muffled scream as I began to see spots under the water. Just as my eyes began to close, I was yanked out of the water.

Coughs and sputters escaped my mouth as I took deep breaths of air. Strong calloused hands shook as they held my bare body.

I looked into the hazel eyes of Stephen. I could still feel the sting of the heat of the water.

"Baby." He spoke barely above a whisper as he dried my body.

My eyes brimmed with tears at the sound of the affectionate word. I tried to blink the tears away but they fell anyway, making me look weak in front of Stephen. Now, he really won't love me anymore.

I removed his arms from my body and stood on my own two, walking out of the bathroom with him close on my heels.

I went to the drawer and slipped on some panties and a bra before sliding into an oversized shirt and random sweats.

"Baby." He reiterated. I didn't bother to respond or even look up from where I fiddled with my dry fingers.

He towered over me from where I sat on the bed, lifting my head to look up at him.

"What the hell," He exclaimed. "Were you trying to kill yourself and our baby?"

I shrugged, snatching my head away from his grip.

"Why the hell would you do something like that? That's the most selfish shit you could ever fucking do, Alexis," He sat down beside me, letting out a shaky breath. "What the hell would I do without you?"

The question was whispered and his voice was shaky, but I heard it. It's what I've been waiting for and I should feel happy, but I feel enraged.

Enraged that it took an attempt to end my life for him to show me some attention, enraged that he stopped me, and enraged that he's calling me selfish after all I've been through with him.

"Are you freaking serious?!" I asked, hopping up from my seat on the bed.

"You can't be serious," I got in his face. "I have been through hell and high waters with you, Wardell. I've had your back through everything. You're the one who forgot about me here waiting on you with your child while you're out there living it up with those women. I hate you, Stephen."

He got up and wrapped his arms around me. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't move.

"I hate you." I cried as I banged on his chest with my fist until I got tired. I sighed as I collapsed onto his chest, holding on to him for dear life with my eyes closed. He sat down on the bed, still holding me close. I opened my eyes when I felt something wet fall on my head. I looked up, gaining another in the eye. As I blinked, I looked at Wardell's face. Tears stained his cheeks, dripping from his jaw. I quickly sat up and wiped his tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry." I cried.

He grabbed my hands. Dropping them at my sides, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. It's the most passionate kiss we've ever shared.

"I love you." His shaky voice whispered before connecting our lips again.

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Inspired by a yearn to write a Stephen Curry fan fic, but not having a big enough mind to do so.