That's Good, That's Bad ~ Chris Brown

Chapter 9

- Abelle

I held onto Chris' hand in the back of the ambulance while the Emergency responder tried to stop Chris' bleeding. He was shot in the shoulder and the thigh, while I was only shot in the left hand.

When he was shot, there was a boat load of blood making me think that Chris was dying and was shot in the heart. In that moment all I could do was cry and beg God not to take him from me.

All I remembered was talking with Chris and suddenly heard male voices screaming back and forth, after that some shots and I felt Chris grab me. Then I felt my hand in such intense pain and saw Chris fall to the ground.

My hand hurt so bad that I was questioning why God wired us to feel such excruciating pain. If getting shot in the hand hurt I couldn't help but to wonder what Chris was feeling.

"Are you okay, Abelle?" He asked in a groggy voice. I looked down at him and chuckled a little squeezing his hand a little tighter.

"You got shot in the thigh and in the shoulder and you're asking ME how I am?" I asked with a smile. I had known him for a short period of time, but I felt like I loved him.

"Baby, I'm good. Ya man is doin fine," he replied kissing the hand he was holding. The responder guy moved on to my hand and quickly bandaged it up.

"It doesn't hurt?" I inquired.

"Like hell, but keep talking to me it takes the pain away," he answered. He was such a flirt, even during the wrong moments but I didn't care.

"Can you sing me something?" He asked entwining his fingers with mine.

"Uhh... I'm not the best--"

"Please,"

"Umm... It's this song by Rihanna... It goes... Mama, I found a man who loves me and understands. Papa, he's quite a man. He adores me, he's my biggest fan. And don't get me wrong, I know he's not perfect in your eyes, but somehow he's flawless in mine,"

He stared at me the whole time I sang, mesmerized and serenaded. He kissed my hand one more time and told me I sounded beautiful. I thought I sounded close to an injured dog, but if the shoe fits.

We pulled up to the hospital and they began to cart him away. I could feel him still staring at me, wishing he could keep his eyes locked on mine.

The emergency responder man helped me out of the ambulance and inside of the emergency room. They grabbed a wheel chair and ordered me to sit in it as they wheeled me to a room to get the bullet removed from my hand.

"When can I see Chris?" I asked the nurse next to me.

"He has to undergo surgery. He should be out in an hour or two no more, no less," she answered pulling me into a room.

"This must've been a horrible day," she mumbled as she examined my wound. My whole hand was numb and I could barely feel anything in that hand by that point.

"Chris isn't dead, so it's not," I replied running my fingers through my wild hair.

"I'M LOOKING FOR CHRISTOPHER BROWN AND ABELLE JONES DAMMIT!!" Shayne exclaimed. I knew it was her for two reasons. One, she always got hostile when she felt ignored. Two, I heard Shorty's voice right after hers.

They rushed in, Shayne in her Cookie Monster pajamas and Shorty in grey sweats and a white wife beater and Timberlands, and ran to my side giving me bear hugs.

"Are you okay?" They asked simultaneously.

"I'm alright. Just... Shot in the hand is all," I answered shrugging. Shayne smiled and playfully slapped my knee.