Maleah Jenner.
I arrived at the hospital in a frenzy, looking for Michael in every ward.I then found the ward, and tried to enter his room, but a doctor instantly ushered him out. I was ready to fight him, but then I just gave up.
"Are you Maleah Jenner?" He asked.
I nodded yes, anxious to hear his news.
"Michael is awake and fairly responsive, but we need to make sure he will stay stabilised. In his system we found several types of drugs, such as: methadone, sleeping pills and cannabis. I will not tell anyone about this, but you need to get him off of drugs or it could be fatal. He will be ready for visitors in twenty minutes." The doctor said.
I was shocked. I knew that Michael snorted lines and smoked weed but I never knew that he was this bad. If you ask me, it sounds like he attempted suicide.
I sat in the waiting room, constantly sighing in annoyance. Why in hell did I have to wait so long? Just as I was having a mini fit, the doctor cane out and nodded at me.
I quickly picked up my belongings and rushed into the room. He was sat upright with his head in his hands. He had discolouration to his face, alongside with a few large cuts. He also had a swollen eye and his arm was in a cast.
Seeing him in this state made me so angry at him! I was so angry that it moved me to tears. Who did he think he was to just himself into a car accident? He could've died.
He turned his head to look at me, and offered me a soft smile. This upset me even more.
I rushed over to him and instantly started to hit him in the chest repeatedly. Hot tears started to rush down my face.
In fragments, I spoke:'You could have died! You could have left me! What were you thinking? You overdosed on at least three different drugs! You can't die on me just yet!'
He eventually got me to stop hitting him, and I broke down in his arms.
"Stop crying Maleah, I'm still alive. And I only took a sleeping pills from this drug dealer named Ted and I just fell asleep on the wheel. His worker, Trey, said it would take at least three hours to kick in." He said.
My sobs halted at the name Ted, and a lump in my throat formed when I heard the name Trey.
I remember Maurice telling me something about Trey swapping the pills for some rich guy and how it could have done serious effects. I just forgot about it because I didn't want to know about his work. If I remember correctly, it went like this:
"My Dad's got some beef with some big rich guy from around here. Don't ask me who, because he won't tell me. So, he got Trey to tamper with his pills and add some cocaine, meth and some sedatives. That shit could kill the guy, and I think that is what pops wants.
Maurice.
If Michael ever found out that Maurice is Ted's son, he would probably drop him from the label and then kill him.
"Get home. Sebastian will be here soon, and your man is at home waiting for you." Michael said.
"I don't care if Sebastian will be here soon or if my man is at home. I care about you. You just got out an almost fatal accident. You need to get better, and I will help you get better. I just need to make a quick phone call." I said, kissing him afterward.
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Daddy's Dynasty
Fanfiction"This should have been my dynasty. I deserved a better life. This should of been Daddy's Dynasty."