YN LN
Vegas
12:00 am
"Chris, can we go home? Can we go? Am I gonna die. Am I- am- gonna die?" I say while feeling my shot wound right in my stomach. Chris looks at me while crying and nodding his head he took off his suit jacket and placed pressure on the wound.
He screams loudly
"Someone help my wife- my- my wife has been shot!" He looks at me and my eyes are glossy, I stare at him and he keeps his hand on my face lightly touching my face, he starts bawling while saying
"You are gonna be fine and you are gonna go home okay- and you-your gonna be at home with Erica, okay?"
I move my head while I hear the noise of the people screaming in shock and the man saying he was sorry. While bodyguard's of Chris are running around trying to get in contact with the ambulance. My eyes felt weak so, I tried to hold them as much as I could and Chris began smacking my face and I couldn't hold on. I don't wanna go, so I keep them open. Chris screams while looking at me and my eyes are crossing.
"No baby? Baby, I need you- come on- come on, baby-girl you- you've gotta stay alive come on let's go home- let's- let's go ho- home." He lifts me up off the ground and starts to run, and he runs to the ambulance before they are even in the parking lot.
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Earlier
Chris is a full time boxer and part time singer. He is facing one of his biggest competitors Leonard Sanchez 121-0 straight wins but Chris isn't going for it.
At the convention I sit there and I watch them talk and ramble back and forth. As a wife I am worried, and he isn't unfortunately. Towards the end I hear Leonard head butts Chris, and kept it moving and I grab Chris's arm and they stare off and keep walking. Chris starts to get frustrated and even more frustrated and I calm him down, I talk to him about Erica our daughter and he nods his head.
I hear someone scream
"Aye Bitch Brown!"
We both turn around and look and he walks up saying
"I see you wanna fight my brotha aye'?"
Chris response while clenching his jaw,
"You seen the damn interview aye'? You asked your brotha aye'?"
He chuckles and smiles while rubbing his head, he looks up at me and smiled and says
"I see you bitch looking pretty good, great choice,I bet I can take her though, her and yo daughta."
Chris looks at him, while he is cackling.
"Chris Stop!" I try and hold him back but it fails.
Chris charges him and they fall on the ground and Chris is on top, punching and punching. Frustratingly getting his emotions out by every punch. I get scared, his body guard and others from the team break him off.
While his trainer,B holds me saying
"It's gonna be fine."
I nod my head, and Chris comes towards me and grab my arms while we are walking. Someone says
"Aye' Brown! I'm a big fan!"
We both turn around and I hear a gun shot."
I look at Chris and I see his expression, and he isn't bleeding he looked scared, angry, shocked all in one. But I feel like wet, I feel like I got stung by a bee x10000. I look down slowly at my stomach and I see blood spreading trough out my Gucci Dress.
Suddenly the room goes in slow motion, and I feel weak. I just see Chris talking to me trying not to cry. As soon as I notice what's going on I talk to Chris. I say while he holds me, rocking my back and forth with his jacket on my wound.
"Chris, can we go home? Can we go? Am I gonna die. Am I- am- gonna die?"
He looks at me and says
"N-no your not gonna die and we are going to go home okay?"
I just nod my head, I'm so weak. I wanna close my eyes. I wanna close them so bad.
Chris lifts me up and ran me outside, my head hung loose in his arms as my hair swung back and forth.
I hear the ambulance but see nothing by the glare in my eyes. I hear the police men and their belts, running into the convention building. I get placed in the ambulance, Chris is not allowed in and they start to argue and B walks up to Chris and asks
"Do you want your fucking wife to die!?"
Chris shakes his head no and starts to break down, B screams
"Okay, now let's get our asses in the car and be at the hospital before they are! You have to be strong! For YN and Erica!"
Chris
What now? I never wanted any of this shit to happen. I'm so mad I wanna fight my damn self. Not even Leonard, myself. We get to the hospital and I notice everyone's quiet when I walk in. I tear up and Doc comes out and says
"Well, she is a lucky woman. The bullet hole was two inches close to her liver, then and at the scene she could've been dead. But she is alive but won't be out of the hospital until 2 weeks. We still have to run tests, 1 person can come in, she is sleeping as of now." He walks up to me and shakes my hand and rubs my back says
"You are an amazing, boxer you have to keep up with her."
I nod my head
"Thank you. Y'all go ahead and go I'll go last."
--- moments later.
B comes in the waiting room and says
"Go on in."
I walk down the hallway and take my suit jacket off. I walk into the room and I had to cry. I wipe my tears and see her connected to machine's and breathing treatments. I grab her hand and kiss it softly.
I slightly smile.
"Hey baby, I'm so sorry. I can't wait until you wake up, I decided I really wanna retire after this fight. Without you I am nothing, with fighting even with Erica, she loves you. I love you, I was scared, so fucking scared. I- I couldn't think when you got shot, that- that shit shocked me to my heart. I couldn't manage it. I- i- I'm scared, I want you to be happy doing your own shit instead of being worried about me after and before a fucking fight. It's frustrating, so I wanna retire. Baby- girl, I love you, I love you." I break down, she could've been dead right now.
"Do- Don't Retire." I hear weakly.
I look up quickly and see her smile weakly.
I wipe my tears and stare at her, in awe.
She looks at me while saying
"When can I leave?"
I kiss her forehead and sniff while saying
"In two weeks."
She rolls her eyes and say
"You know I'm coming to your fight right?"
My eyes widen and say
"No your not your gonna be with Erica at home."
She shakes her head
"No, I'm not I should be fine."
