No Angel • A Chris Brown Story

Prologue.

Hello, Hello. I'm so nervous/excited to be writing my first book on Wattpad! I've been wanting to do this for a long time and I finally grew the Balls to, LOL. I hope all that is reading this book enjoys, and don't be afraid to comment any feedback. Much Love!
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• Prologue. •

Ever since I was a little girl, It's been just me and my mom. My dad was never around long enough for me to actually get to know him or to even call him my dad.

Typical Story. Typical dead beat Father.

I try not to feel sad about that part of my life because other than that everything is well. My mother does her best in giving me everything I need and some of what I want, and I couldn't be more grateful.

We live in Santa Monica, California. Known as Western California. It's not a bad living environment, It's just too many white people.

My mother's family is from Virginia. Most of my family is black and/or mixed. My Grandmother (who is black) married my Grandfather, (who is puerto rican) and moved here from VA in 1980. 

15 years later, my grandfather passed of lung cancer and soon after that the rest of my family came here to comfort my grandmother. We all decided to officially move  here after seeing how distraught she was about the passing.

My mother met my father at a movie theater. She told me that she was with her friends getting popcorn when a guy walked up and offered to pay for whatever she wanted just as long as he got her number afterwards.

And of course, my mother made the exchange.

And of course, that guy was my father.

About 3 months later, my dad had plans to move back to Florida, where his family originated from. My mom was pregnant with me but was afraid to tell my father.

On the week that my father was planning to move, my mother drop the bomb in hopes that it would make him stay. Things took a turn for the worse and my father left my mother with no support.

My mother tried to contact him for about a year but she never got a response back and so she was left with me to raise with no male support.

But as a single parent child, I never had much to worry about. My mother lived with my grandmother and my aunt, and they helped raise me ever since.

Even though I don't know much about my father, I do know that he was African American and Latino. My mother keeps a picture of him for me so I can have a reminder of what he looks like.

He had fair skin, curly brown hair, and a nice smile. If only I could see that smile on a daily. Thinking about him leaving my mother with a child to take care of alone, gets me tight. As a man AND an adult, you should have no problems taking care of your responsibilities.

I guess some "fathers" aren't always mature adults.

Now, I am 19 years old. I graduated High school about a year and a half ago. I'm currently attending online college courses for psychology, and I'm still living with my mother, aunt, and grandmother.

My mother is currently working as a fashion designer for different companies which allows her to explore her creative side. She's happy with her job and she'll do anything to keep it.

Even if that means move to Compton, California.