1. WTF?!?

 ~Back to those memories and days~

“Nic, did you do this?”  Safaree asked me with this calmness. My anger that was building up inside of me was slowly coming outward. He was holding a piece of his black and pink bike with my face on it.

“Yes Nigga.” I said with an attitude. His facial expression changed so quickly, it scared me abit. You could literally see the veins popping out of his head. He slammed his fist on the wall next to me. I jumped and the tears formed in my eyes.

“BITCH, EVENTHOUGH I FUCKED ANOTHER BITCH AND GOT HER PREGNANT, DON’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST GO AND WRECK MY SHIT. NICKI, I DONE TRYING TO GET TO YOU. YOU DON’T WANT TO LET ME IN, THEN DON’T. BUT DON’T THINK I’M ABOUT TO STAY HERE AND GET MY SHIT WRECKED THAT I PAID FOR. “He screamed at me. I just glared at him and sucked my teeth.  Then he did the unthinkable, he slapped me in my face. It was so hard that I fell.

“You bitch nigga.” I said while holding my face. The tears were streaming down my face.

“ION GIVE A FUCK!! I’M LEAVING AND YOU BEST BELIEVE YOUR ASS GOING PAY.”  He said while pointing at me.

“NIGGA DO YOU REALLY THINK I GIVE A FUCK IF YOU LEAVE?!?” I YELLED AT HIM WHILE GETTING UP. “NIGGA, YOU AIN’T SHIT AND NEVER WILL BE SHIT. I FUCKING MADE YOU SAFAREE!”

He turned and watched me before shaking his head and chuckling. “You made me, eh? Well you about to find out who I really am. Good Bye stupid bitch.” He said calmly before slamming my front door shut. I just got a nearby vase and threw it at it. I didn’t want to do anything. I just lost my best friend. This shit sucked.
I spent the next 2 weeks in bed. I had no energy to do nothing. Not even to look at my phone.

It was a Friday afternoon. I was in my kitchen eating a piece of bacon. I was getting abit too thin for my liking. I was wearing a white bikini with a black tube top over it. I wanted to start fresh. I didn’t need Safaree.

As I was washing away my plate, my doorbell rang. I lived in a gated community so I knew not just anybody could’ve shown up at my door. I opened it and there stood Wayne and Baby (birdman). Wayne looked pissed while baby just looked disappointed. I was scared. What the fuck happened.

“Nicki, where is my money?” Wayne asked me. I looked at him dumbfounded. What the hell is he talking about.

“Wayne, I never asked you for money, nor would I need your money. So what are you talking about?”

“Nicki, I’m missing about 100,000 in cash, where is my money. I got a call saying that you took it from inside my house yesterday. “

“What?!? Wayne I would never. And you know that.”

“Then why the f-(gco)” Wayne stares at me before answering his phone.

“Weezy…………… Yeah….. I’m at her house……. Where you say? Oh, okay I’ll go and get my shit.” He then hangs up the phone and angrily stares at me.

“You hid my money in your theater room?” he asks me calmly.

“No Wayne, I don’t have any of your money.”

“Nicki, I mark my money with a dot in red. If I see any of it in here, Lord knows what’s about to go down.” He threatened me. “Show me your theater room.”

I led them to my theater room. It was pith dark so I flipped on the lights. My eyes nearly fell out my head. There in the middle of the room, was Wayne’s money along with a note. It said:

“I told you, you would pay. Enjoy.”

“Wayne I didn’t do this, please you have to believe me.” He didn’t answer. He just packed up his money and handed half to Baby. “Baby?” He just looked at me and shook his head. “I being watched, look.” I said handing them the note. The read and looked at me. Baby’s expression changed to angry.

“Nic, it’s your handwriting. You really want us to believe that?” he said.

“Yes, because I didn’t do-(gco)”

“Nicki, you’re out of YMCMB. And before I call the cops for you, I suggest you leave here.” Wayne yelled at me.

I couldn’t believe this. The tears fell and kept falling. Why me? What the flying fuck did I do to deserve this shit? Baby and Wayne left. Wayne was on the phone with whoever, telling them about what I did. I looked for my phone and turned it on. There was millions of unanswered emails and messages. I opened twitter, and I couldn’t believe it. I was losing about 500,000 fans per minute. Most were angry with me. How did they know. I searched until I found the tweet that started this whole thing. It was from Safaree:

“@NickiMinaj Should’ve known your ass was a lying fake. You got what you deserved you thief!”

I threw my phone across the room and watched it shatter. I was so upset.

In the next half hour, movers came and started packing my stuff. I tried stopping them, but they just shook me off and continued packing my stuff.

Within an hour they had my whole bedroom packed up.

“Where to?” one of the movers asked me.

I thought for a moment.

“St. Maarten.” I said. I went there already with drake*, so I knew what is was like there. Speaking of Drake, I wanted to speak to him. I used my home phone. It rung twice before he answered. Sounded like he was upset about something.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Nicki.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t, I was framed.”

“Well fuck it, you better leave. I would prefer if you don’t call me anymore.” He said then hung up.
I stared at the phone dumbfounded. Everyone was pissed with me.

When I got to the airport, my fans where there. Some started crying and yelling “I hate you” and “Why?” at me. Others were flinging things at me like food, electronics, glass and shoes. A heel of a shoe hit me in the eye. I yelped in pain. My bodyguards put a little more effort into helping me.  So I basically cried while walking to the plane and on the plane self.

What the fuck. Why me?


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*(by drake's name) Nicki really did came here around the same time as drake for like a secret vacation. I know these things cus i got friends working at the airport !!