Prologue

Nicki and drake had been dating for 3 months now and it was already in a “shit hole”. Nicki couldn't understand why the relationship never worked. When they weren't in a relationship and were just label mates, they were very close with one another. They always talked on the phone, text, had dinner and could watch movies forever and never get bored with one another. Now everything was a nightmare. They could never have a civilized conversation without either one of them yelling and screaming.  Whenever Nicki would tell drake she was working and that she would talk to him later he would get upset and accuse her of being with someone else. What really bothered Nicki was that, drake didn’t trust or seem to care for Safaree anymore since him and Nicki became serious. That was really a problem because Nicki would never let go of Safaree. Drake hated the fact that Nicki spent majority of her time with him, not to mention they also lived together.

Nicki had just got home from the studio; she was exhausted and just wanted to rest. When she walked in the door Drake was sitting on her couch, arms folded and giving her the dirtiest look. She sighed and threw her pocketbook on the floor then headed to the kitchen; she just didn’t feel like today.

“Drake please, whatever is on your mind I’m sure it can wait till tomorrow”, Nicki said walking past him into the kitchen.

“No it can’t, I want to talk to you RIGHT NOW”, drakes said, voice full of anger following her into the kitchen.

“I don’t feel like talking” she said calmly as she grabbed water from the refrigerator.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you DON’T feel like doing; I bet if that nigga SB wanted to talk you’d be all fucking ears.

“You’re not going to come into my house and disrespect me. I don’t know who you think you are but you need to watch the way you speak to me. I said I didn’t feel like talking so leave me alone. I’m going to take a shower and go to sleep, you can let yourself out”, Nicki said walking out the kitchen.

Drake grabbed the front of her shirt with both his hands and yanked her towards his chest. The look in his eyes scared Nicki so much she started to shake uncontrollably.

“Now you listen to me, I’m not going anywhere and you’re going to listen to what the fuck I have to say. I’m tired of you ignoring my calls when I call you and telling martin to take a message when I call him for you”

“I was busy, I was recor….” Drake cut her off.

“I don’t want to hear that “I was recording shit” you could have stopped for 1 second. I bet you if Safaree called you’d take the call”

“He’s always with me “Nicki said scared and confused as to why he was acting like this.

Safaree had just pulled up into the drive way. He had left the studio a little before Nicki so that he could go find them some food. They had been there all day and neither one of them had eaten, so he decided to go and find them something. He noticed drake’s car and rolled his eyes.

“Here we go with this nigga” Safaree said not in the mood for Drakes shit.

Safaree walked in the house and saw Nicki’s pocketbook on the floor. He started walking towards the kitchen and heard drake’s voice. SB noticed that Drake sounded angry so he quietly put the bags down and stopped by the couch and listened to what was going on, just to make sure Nic was alright.

“That’s the fucking problem Nicki he’s always with you, you’re never with me as much as you are with him and I’m supposed to be your man. Do you love him?” Drake said yelling in her face.

“He’s my best friend and my hype man; he has been there for me when no one else was around. So yes of course I love him “Nicki said scared that if what she said was the wrong thing to say.

Drake tightened his grip on her shirt and brought her face to his face. “Are you fucking him?” he asked.

“No I’m not fucking him drake”. Nicki was trying to get his hands off of her the whole time but he was just too strong.

Meanwhile SB was in the living room in awe. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He never knew that Drake felt that way about him, not that he cared, but it broke his heart to have to see his best friend have to go through this.

“You’re a fucking liar, I know you are” as drake let go of her shirt he pushed her onto the glass table that was behind her. The table broke and before she hit the ground she hit her head on the edge of one of her wooden chairs.

Safaree ran into the kitchen as soon as he heard the glass break. He looked on the floor and saw Nicki laying on the floor unconscious and bleeding from her head.

Safaree ran over to drake and punched him dead in his face. Drake stumbled and Safaree hit him again but this time Drake fell on the floor. SB stooped down and continued to bash his face until he saw blood.

“Don’t you ever fucking put your hands on her ever again…. You know what, don’t ever let me see you near her, don’t let me see you calling her and don’t even fix your lips to call her name if you see her out in the……” Safaree was cut off.

“……..Sa-sa-safareeeee “Nicki said slurring her words.

“Nicki are you ok”? Safaree picked her up in his arms, walked to the living room and laid her on the couch. He looked to see that the blood was coming from the back of her head.

“My head hurts Safaree” Nicki said crying.

“Shhhhh, don’t talk Nic, I’ll be right back I’m going to get a rag don’t move”, sb said.

SB ran into the kitchen to find drake gone. He noticed that the back door was left open; he shook his head and ran his hands down his face. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. He felt bad that he wasn’t there to prevent Nicki from getting hurt, but he couldn’t think about that right now, Nicki needed him. He ran into the bathroom and grabbed a rag and ran it under hot water. When he got in the living room he saw Nicki sitting up.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move” SB said putting the rag against her head.

Nicki didn’t respond. All she could do was sit there and replay what had just happened in her mind. She was shaking so bad that she was sending vibrations through the couch. She bent her head down and stared at the floor. SB saw the tears hit her hands and he pulled her to his chest and held her like he was never going to let her go.  Her small cries turned into uncontrollable sobs.