What Can Brown Do For You? || Chris Brown & Quincy Brown Fanfiction|| COMPLETED

Chapter Fifty One

Christopher Brown

"I just feel as if this was intentionally done there's no way your brakes could just fail you like that" Daniel said as he paced back and forth in my room, I honestly thought maybe my brakes just had gone bad but Daniel was just pressed on the fact that this had to be intentional, it was no accident.

"Can you drop this, all that matters to me is that I'm alive and well and in a couple of weeks my foot will be well and all the bruises will me healed. You saw the car, it was a miracle that I made it out that shit alive and with just these injuries"

"I don't know if this is you're near death experience new person bullshit talking. I'm still thankful I never lost you but I'm not going to stop saying someone fucked yo shit up and I'm gonna find out who it was, yo ass should press charges when you do"

"Daniel listen to yourself, you know I ain't pressing no damn charges" I scoffed, I probably rock that person shit when I find out who they ass is.

"Well that's true but I gotta say that painting is the most headass thing I've seen in a while. It looks nice though" He complimented taking in the details. I was extremely proud of myself at the outcome.

"You know I really love her and thanks for talking to her for me. I'm really going to try my best to win her back over and I don't want anything fucking that up" I said firmly.

"I'm all for you being in love and all but Chris you know she won't be around that long, you're setting yourself up to get hurt. " I shook my head agreeing but little does he know that no shit is about to happen to her because I'm snitching at the right time to keep her safe.

I'm telling Cyrene everything when I get the chance, she's gonna see I was a good person all along and only had her best interest at heart.

"Well I'm gonna go now just had to stop by to see how you were doing" He said dapping me up before he left.

I hated being in a cast, I hate the fact that I had to use this crutch to get around. If it wasn't for Cece coming by id probably still be sulking and swimming in my own self pity. All my friends came by trying to lift my spirits but nothing worked, Joshua was the only one who never visited. Bree said had family shit dealing with so I guess I understood.

I got out of bed and took my time going downstairs, I was really cautious because one bad move and my next leg could be a in cast too because this fall would be hella painful.

I took my time getting around "I'm sorry I just can't do this with you anymore Justin, I can never trust you again in fact I hate you" I heard Sammy.

"Baby please relax" I heard his monotonous voice, I hate that guy.

"What's going on here?" I asked as I came into plain view, I saw that Sammy who looked startled as she didn't expect to see me down here, tears were racing down her face that's when my head instantly shot in his direction "What the fuck did you do to her!"

"Chris please just go back to your room and get some rest. I can handle this" She said wiping her tears as quickly as she could.

"I didn't ask you that, I asked what did he do? Why are you even still fucking with this lame nigga" I spat.

"Aye bro it's best if you just mind your own business" The audacity, I released a little chuckle looking at him as I shook my head.

"Cast or not I will still rock yo shit and turn this whole spot up. Stop playing with me I will beat yo ass!"

"Chris, Justin!" Sammy yelled standing between us. "Justin you need to go and if I were you I'd never show my face back around here again" She warned, he smacked his lips then was on his way.