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Ruined (B.R)

Quick author's note. Listen to the song in the media, it'll make the effect better...Amber is y/n daughter, she's 4...Oh and the pic in media is Amber... Otay on with the story!!

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Y/n POV:

Amber and I were sitting on the couch waiting for Brent to get home from his Collab with Chris. And that's when the phone rang.

Convo... Hospital - H   Y/n - Y

Y: Hello?
H: Is this Mrs. Rivera? Wife of Brent Rivera?

Y: Yes it is, may I ask who this is?
H: I am doctor Annabelle Stevens, I called to tell you that your husband was in a bad accident and we need you at the hospital right away.
Y: What? I-I'll be right there!

Convo over...

"Amber sweetie get your coat. Hurry." I tell her as I throw mine on and look for the keys. As soon as we were ready, we left. I tried not to cry as I pulled off out of the drive way.

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Pulling up to the hospital knowing that my husband was in there was the hardest thing to do. But trying to have to explain this to Amber will be harder.

I walk up to the receptionists' desk with Amber on my hip.
"Where is Brent Rivera's room?" 
"I'm sorry ma'am I can't give that information out."
"He's my fucking husband. So I suggest you give my his room, or I'll get my damn self!" I yelled at her.
"I'm so sorry Miss. Room 243, second floor."
"Thanks."

I practically ran to the elevator, "Momma, whas hattening? Whes Daddy?" said Amber. "Daddy...Daddy got hurt. So the nice people took him here to make him better." After I said that she nodded, then the elevator doors opened.

"241, 242. 243!" I burst through the doors and see the worst thing possible. Brent's face is bruised up, he's hooked onto an oxygen machine, his leg is lifted up in a cast, and both of his arms as well. And his eyes are slightly open. 

I put Amber down in the chair. "Nononono. Brent! Please be okay..please! Brent...Ohmygod! I love you so much please don't go. Please. I need you. We need you." Tears were now flowing out my eyes like a waterfall. 

He pulled the mask thing off his face, struggling. "Y/n. A-Amber.." I picked Amber up and brought her next to him. "I-I love y-you girls. W-with a-all-l of m-y hear-t. Be happy. D-don'-t was-te y-your life o-over th-this...Tell ever-everyone tha-that I love them. I love you, Y/n and Amber." 

"I love you too." Amber and I said together, crying. She knows. She understands. Then he flatlined. 

"NO!! No!! Brent!! Somebody HELP PLEASE!!" Doctors came running in. After about 5 minutes of trying to save him. I heard the worst thing ever. Something that is going to ruin me...

"Time of death... 5:21 pm."

a/n: oh my gosh that was the hardest thing to write. I was tearing up! If you guys want a part two (funeral), tell me in the comments. xoxo