My Personal Trainer

Chapter two

Chris -

I was sitting on the couch flipping through the sports channels when I seen my picture on CBN. I stopped on the channel and turned the tv up.

"It was just the other day when NBA superstar Christopher Maurice Brown ended his legendary career making the wrong move," The sports anchor joked.

"I guess He thought He was R. Kelly," The other one laughed as they began playing I believe I can Fly along with the clip

"He really should have not done that, he was once worth 283 billion dollars now he's somewhere sitting on his ass, I think they should take away all his trophies, awards, along with his star from the walk of fame,"

"Why you think that?"

"Cause now he's a lump of shame probably some where sitting on the couch eating ice cream," they joked.

I sucked my teeth and threw the remote at the tv knocking it over. "Sweetheart what-" my mom came into the living room with a scared look on her face.

"How can they make fun of me like that! Huh! I'm such a big failure! Who am I kidding I'll never be able to walk again" I said as I let the tears fall down my eyes.

"Sweetheart, don't say that, to hell with them, listen to me baby, you can't give up. There's so many kids out there who look up to you sweetheart, and if they see you give up they will give up too," she said as she lifted my chin and looked directly in my eyes.

"Do you understand me?" She asked me. "Yes mama I do, but I just feel so humiliated, so embarrassed," I said shaking my head.

"You have a right too, do you know how many great musicians and dancers and actors have come short? Do you?" She asked.

I smirked and shook my head. "What?" She asked. "Beyonce said the same thing," I replied.

"See she's a girl with some sense, now you get ready to take your meds and eat your breakfast," she replied.

"Okay mama I will," I replied as I grabbed my crutches.

"Beyonce will be here in a few minutes she said she had to run her mama to the doctors," she replied.

"That's fine," I said as I hopped into the dining room. Mama put my plate down in front of me along with a glass of orange juice and a bottle of water.

I picked up my fork and started picking at the hash browns. I honestly wasn't in the mood to eat. I felt like running back upstairs in my room and never coming out. I wished I had a time machine I would go back to the championship night were I cost the team the game trying to do that stupid dunk I had watched in a video earlier.

I felt so ashamed the minute I fell down to the ground in front of the whole world. I took a deep breath and shook my head. I put a fork full of hash browns in my mouth, and took a bite of sausage. I forced it down my throat and grabbed my medicine box. I grabbed my bottle of water and forced the pills down my throat as well.

Just as I went back eating Beyonce came into the dining room. "I see your still using those crutches," she smiled as she put her clip board down.

"Good morning too you too," I smirked as I picked through my eggs.

"So I took the liberty of inviting your friends for our day at the gym today, it's common that if you're around friends you can be more comfortable working out," she replied.

"Fine by me," I replied. "Beyonce are you hungry?" My mama asked. "You know what yes, I didn't eat breakfast this morning," she replied.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you a plate," mama replied as she went back into the kitchen.