Hated With A Passion (Chris Brown Fan Fic)

Fifth

I felt dead. I felt so lifeless. Without Chris, it was like all the life had been sucked out of me. April would try to get me to do things, but I always refused. It's been a month and still no sign of Chris waking up. It's all my fault. If I had never asked him to drive me to my mother's house, we wouldn't have never gotten in that accident and he would be by my side right now.

I didn't really get out the bed much. I got up and ate and used the bathroom but I didn't do much else. My heart ached for Chris and it was getting to be too much. I didn't know how much longer I could go on.

"Kenzie?" April knocked on my door.

"Yes?" I replied glumly. She walked in and pulled the cover off me.

"Get up, someone is here to see you." She pulled on my arm.

"Who could possibly be here to see me?" I asked. She sighed and looked at me.

"Your father." The words sunk in. I hadn't wanted to talk to him that day April called me at the hospital. Since then, I hadn't thought about him. But now he's here and there was no way to escape him.

"Uh, I'll be down in a minute." I said. She nodded and walked out.

What was I going to do? I felt so vulnerable without Chris near me. Ugh, Chris, Chris, Chris! He's all I think about! I'm never going to get better if I don't stop thinking about him! But how could I not? How could I not think about my boyfriend who's in a coma because he risked his life for mine? For my life! No one has ever done that for me! Chris was permanently burned into my head. I felt like no one without him. I felt like I didn't matter.

I got up and walked into the bathroom looking at myself. I had on a long sleeve pink shirt and gray short shorts. Chris always loved it when I wore these shorts. There I go again. I'm thinking about Chris again. I just can't help it. Is that wrong?

I sigh and pull my hair over one shoulder before walking out my door. I crept down the stairs. I could see April and the arm of a man. Probably my father. He had left when before I was born so I didn't know what he looked like. Mom had hid all the pictures.

"Kenzie?" April said, looking up at me. I stepped off the stairs and looked at him. He was an inch over me, chocolate skin and light brown eyes. He looked nice. But you can't judge a book by its cover. He wore a brown jacket, white shirt, and black jeans.

"Hello." my father said. He looked at me like I was just a passerby.

"Andre, this is Kenzie." April said. "Your daughter." His eyes widened at that. I guess I was no longer just a passerby.

"T-this is her?" he said. "She's.......she's beautiful. I had no idea she was this old. I thought she was still probably 13 or 14."

"She's 19 years old. How could you think she was only 13? Do you remember how long ago it was when you left?"

"I-I guess not. Kenzie, I know you hate me but I was messed up back then. I wasn't ready for a child. I couldn't handle it. Your mother was driving me crazy when she was pregnant and I just bolted. I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could. But I was wrong to leave you and your mother like that. And I'm sorry." I just stared at him.

"Really?" I said. "You don't try to contact me for 19 years and you're sorry? Don't you dare give me that bullshit! I can't believe you came over here to see me after 19 years have passed and you're sorry! Sorry doesn't get it! 19 years! I wouldn't give a damn if you were to drop dead right now!"

"Kenzie!" April scolded.

"No!" I yelled. "I have a few words to say to this sorry ass dead beat! You shouldn't have come! You left before so it should be easy for you to leave now!" I took off upstairs. I hadn't realized before that I was so angry with him. But I guess since I've actually seen him, my anger decided to show itself.