Hated With A Passion (Chris Brown Fan Fic)

First

As I lay in the hospital bed, I thought to myself, why me? Why not somebody else? Why did I have to be the one to get hurt? Why was my life the way it was? Did everything have to happen to me? My mom had to be the one that was on drugs. My dad had to be the type of dad that didn't want anything to do with his 17 year old daughter who is now 18 and in the hospital on her birthday.

I was on my way to my best friend's house when yet, another bad thing happened to me. I wasn't even going fast in my black Lexus. The light was green and I pulled off, not knowing that there was going to be some idiot who ran the red light. His white Lamborghini crashed right into the side of my beloved Lexus. Both cars spun out of control and I ended up with a severed artery that could leave my whole bottom half paralyzed for the rest of my life. Not to mention, I had a broken wrist too. The guy who hit me was in better shape than me according to the doctors.

"Is he going to come speak to me?" I asked the doctor, a bit angry.

"He's already tried to. We told him you needed to rest before he came to talk to you. I can tell that you're angry about all of this." the doctor said to me.

"Of course I'm angry! I may be a cripple for the rest of my life because of him!"

"He said that he is willing to pay for your physical therapy."

"I'm not a charity case. Plus physical therapy is expensive. What is he, a millionaire?"

"You could say that. Mr. Brown, can you come in here?"

A very tall guy walked in. He was beyond gorgeous! He had yellow skin that was covered in meaningful tattoos and right now, bandages. Then I realized who he was. It was Chris Brown, the most sexiest pop singer ever. But I absolutely hated him with a passion. He was so full of himself.

"I am so sorry for all of this. It's all my fault and I really want to help you." he said in his deep sexy voice that made every girl melt at the sound if it.

"Like I told the doctor. I am not a charity case." I snapped. "You can keep your money. You deserve to hold the burden of knowing that you crippled an 18 year old girl. On her birthday!"

"It's your birthday?" I nodded. "This is terrible." he said. "I can't believe I did this to you. If only had I been paying attention." He silently swore at himself.

"Humph." I crossed my arms.

"Please allow me to help you. You can hate me all you want, just let me help you, please, I'm begging you." I could hear his voice breaking like he was about to cry.

"Ms. Jacobs, Mr. Brown really wants to help you." my doctor says. "You should let him if you ever want to walk again." I sigh.

"Fine." I answer. "He can help me. But remember, you said I can hate you all I want. And I'm going to."

"I understand."

"Well Mr. Brown, you can come sign the papers putting the payer in your name."

"Okay." He started to follow the doctor out, then he stopped. "Hey." he said to me. "I never got your name."

"Kenzie." He smiled and walked out. I don't see what there is to smile about. He makes me sick. Just like my mom.

My mom wasn't always on drugs. She use to always be there for me. We use to always hang out together in the park. She'd push me on the swing when I was 5. I would always ask her about my dad and she'd just say he was on a business trip. I later learned that he had abandoned us. I don't care though. I had my mom and my aunt. Then when I turned 14, Mom changed. She lost her job and started doing drugs. At one point, my aunt, April, came and got me. She said I was going to stay at her house for a while and just to think of it as a very long sleepover. April became more of my mom than my real mom did. She would call and call, but April ended that by telling her off, saying she was a terrible mother and such. I think she loves me more than my mother does. Which would make sense. She doesn't have any children. I'm like the daughter she never had.