*Psst* Notice anything different? 👀 Find out more about Wattpad's new look!

Learn More

Chapter 39

3.8K 48 2

While I was deciding on what to wear, I was was trying to figure out how to get Monique out of her house. Even though she stayed here last night, I still needed to get her out of there.

I put on denim jeans, a white crop top and Cement 4s. I put on my gold chain and decided to curl my hair for tonight. When I finished getting ready, we left.


When we got to the venue, we went inside and waited for the concert to start. We ended up giving the extra ticket to DJ's manager/friend Ashley. The lights dimmed and the stage lit up. The Weeknd came out and we all got loud. Blake looked at me like I was crazy and laughed.

"Don't look at me like that," I said smiling.

"Alright," he said chuckling.

He opened the show with Wicked Games and I almost died.

"I love this song so much," I whispered to Blake. He didn't say anything back - he just kinda smiled at me.

Everyone was standing and swaying to the song, so Blake and I stood and did the same. He grabbed my hand and I stood in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we swayed to the song.

Everything about this felt right and it just made me upset. I knew as much as we wanted to be together, we couldn't. I don't know what I'm gonna do when he gets a girlfriend.


After the concert, we took Monique to her house, but we didn't leave her there. She had some bags packed and she was gonna stay at my house until she found a new place to live.

While we were sitting in the car across the street, Monique texted me.

nique nique 😘👯💕: I can't do it. Troy's here!


me: is he awake?

nique nique 😘👯💕: no

me: then try and get out quietly. we're not gonna leave you.

nique nique 😘👯💕: okay

Five minutes later, I heard screaming and yelling coming from her house.

"Yall, we have to go in there!" I said opening my door.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" DJ asked.

"I don't care! My best friend is in trouble!"

I ran out of the car and to the front door with DJ and Blake trailing behind me. We walked in to see Monique crying and shaking in a corner on the floor and Troy standing over her. He turned around and looked me in the face. He had a gun in his hand, but it didn't bother me.

"You stupid mother fucker! I could fucking kill you!" I went to lunge at him, but Blake caught me midair.

"Y'all need to leave or I'll-"

"What the fuck are you gonna do Troy?! Shoot me?! You ain't gon' do shit! Monique's coming with us."

"Bitch, I will kill you right here and now in front of all these people," he said pointing the gun at me.

"Go ahead and shoot me then," I grabbed the barrel of the gun and put it to my forehead, "pull the trigger."

Monique's eyes widened and Troy looked confused. He looked more defeated than confused actually. I felt someone grab my hand; I don't know if it was Blake or DJ, but I didn't turn around to find out. He lowered the gun and I went to help Monique off the floor.

"Well since you're not afraid to die, I'll just kill her instead," Troy said pointing the gun at Monique, "or them," he then pointed the gun at Blake and DJ.

I got an obnoxious pain in my stomach when he pointed the gun at the three of them. I was more afraid of him hurting them, than hurting me.

"It's up to you Briana; either you leave, or your friends die," he said with an evil smirk.

"Bri, it's okay. I'll be fine, just go," Monique said.

"Monique, I will not leave you lik-"

"It's okay," she said reassuringly. But it's not okay. I can't believe I'm about to leave her here right now even after I told her I would keep her safe.

I gave her a tight hug and tried not to cry.

"I'm so sorry," I said quietly.

"Don't be. You tried," she said back.

I pulled away from the hug and stormed out of the house. We got in the car and went to my house. When I walked in, I flung the door open and paced the floor; I was too mad to even sit down. The more I walked back & forth, the angrier I became. I ended up punching a hole in the wall and that's when Blake grabbed me and sat me on couch.

"Briana, calm down! This isn't your fault," he said holding on to me.

"Yes it is, Blake! I told her we weren't gonna leave her and we did. We left her there with him and who knows what's gonna happen. He could kill her tonight and it would be my fault!"

"She knows you tried though," DJ said.

"I obviously didn't try hard enough," I said quietly.

I feel like complete shit right now. I made it my job to protect that girl at all costs, and I failed. I can't help but beat myself up over this. I'm such a flop friend.


I don't know where I was going with this, but let me know what you think. I like reading your comments. :)

handful ∞ blake griffin [complete]Read this story for FREE!