In the past, Chris has agreed to pay bills or buy food while he stays in his mother's house and so far everything was seemingly great until she asked him for money for a bill today and he didn't believe that's what she needs the money for. They got into an ugly spat and Miss Hawkins told her son Chris to get out of her house. He refused to comply, then began smashing up a glass lamp, a vase, and a glass table nearby. He flees the scene several minutes later and shows up on your doorstep with bloody knuckles and a bruised hand. You invite Christopher inside and run to go get the aid kit and jog to where he is in the living room. You take his hand and examine the damage on his beautiful skin. "Oh my god, what happened?!" You're startled and wondering what just happened and who may have done this to Chris. Your friend looks like he was fighting for his life. He sighs and avoids eye contact. "Look, nothing happened," he lies. "I just need somewhere to stay for a while." You softly pat down the cuts on his hand with a peroxide pad and place on a bandaid when you're finished cleaning up his injuries. "You can stay here for as long as you need to stay, but in the morning, we are going to discuss this." You stand up to go put up the first aid kit and go get 2 blankets and 2 pillows so Chris can comfortably fall asleep on the chase lounge.
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Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines
FanfictionImagines for the fans of Chris Brown & August Alsina. *some are from tumblr*
