Christopher Maurice Brown Twenty-Four Los Angeles, CA -----
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The hours felt like they were never-ending, and every minute that ticked by without any news made me more restless.
I could barely sit still, bouncing my leg up and down, my fingers tapping against the hard, plastic chair. The lights above were too damn bright, and the antiseptic smell of the hospital was making me feel sick to my stomach.
I wanted to throw something, punch a wall, do anything but sit here and fucking wait.
I'd been pacing for God knows how long, my nerves shot, and my patience gone.
I kept glancing at the doors, hoping to see a doctor come out, but every time it wasn't Aaliyah's doctor, it was like another punch to the gut.
I tried talking to the fucking nurse but she just gave me the same bullshit saying about the doctors being busy. I was about to lose it.
Then here come her bitch ass father, that was the last straw. "You need to calm down, boy," he said, his voice all cold and condescending like he always talked to me.
I whipped around, my temper flaring up instantly. "Calm down? You serious right now? My girl's back there, and they ain't told me shit! And you think I'm just gonna sit here and chill?"
John stepped closer, his face twisted up with anger. "This is all your fault anyway. If you would've just left my daughter alone, she wouldn't be in this mess."
"If your daughter wasn't creaming on this dick, we wouldn't be in this."
"The fuck you just say to me?"
I chuckled. "You heard what the fuck I said man-, Get on with your bullshit John."
"This my shit we talking about, you're reckless and you are no good for my daughter."
I could feel my blood boiling, my fists clenching at my sides. "What the fuck did you just say?" I growled, stepping up to him. "Nigga you don't know shit do you l? You think this shit on me? Ive been on my knees everyday for that damn girl, did everything! Where the fuck were you?"
He didn't back down, his voice getting louder. "You're the reason she's in this hospital, Chris. You're the one stressing her out, dragging her into your bullshit. My daughter wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you!"
"Nah, fuck that!" I snapped, my voice echoing in the hallway. "You don't know shit about what I've done for that girl! I've been there for her every step of the way, while you were too busy with your own damn life to even check on her- Nigga you can't even pick up the fucking phone when she calls! Don't come at me with that bullshit like you care now!"
John's face got red, and he stepped even closer. "You think you're some kind of hero? You're nothing but trouble, Chris. And now, because of you, my daughter might—"
