Okay, before you guys read this I want you guys to know that I LOVE Drake. He's my favorite male rapper. I just don't like him with Nicki. And I want him to sound like a psycho, because when I first started this story, this was my vision. I had to make that straight because on Twitter, I tweet his lyrics and talk about how much I love him, and didn't want you guys to get mixed up. So enjoy this short chapter and stay tuned for the big chapter.
Drake drove home fast as he could. He needed Nicki. He wanted Nicki. All he could think about was Nicki. He had cameras installed in Nicki's house, so he could watch Nicki's Every. Single. Step. He followed Nicki to Events, Concerts, The Mall, even the grocery store. He had to have Nicki, even if it killed him.
His mother constantly called him and told him to leave Onika alone. "Aubrey, the girl's happy. If she's your friend, you would leave her alone." This never got through to Drake, and Sandy sent therapist over to his house, only for her money to be wasted, with him slamming the door in their faces.
He did everything in his power to see Nicki, and try to get her back. He was happy to see her happy, but he wanted her to be happy with him. He wanted to be with her, to hold her little hand, to get married to her, to have kids with her, to watch them get older and prosper, to see them go to college and become adults, and to grow old with her.
No one knew the secret room he had in his house, filled with Nicki pictures, all around. He went in there and put new pictures up everyday. He touched each one and every one, and grabbed the cardboard cut out he had of her. He held it in his arms, like it was actually her.
"Soon, I'll have you." Was all he said, before turning the light off and closing the door
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