Damian's POV
"I'm sorry sweetheart but you tore your acl" the nurse says. I am so devastated. Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? I can't believe this happen? Am I dreaming? My family members walk in.
"Hey son we are so sorry" My dad says.
"Why me daddy?" I cried. He rubs my stomach softly.
"Well Dame maybe this is for the best ." My dad suggests.
"No I'm a senior damn it.!" I yell.
"Watch your mouth Dame" my mom scorns. She slaps me across my face.
"DONT YOU EVER CUSS IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN" My mom demands.
"I'm sorry but I'm frustrated." I mumble.
"Well you weren't going to the NBA anyway." My brother says. Are you fucking kidding me right now? Did this motherfucker just say it? I glared at him.
"I know you didn't say what I think you just said."
"Well Dame it's true your not good enough you see how good Kyrie and John are your not that level." He explains. I take the cup and throw it at him.
"If I could move I would knock your ass out." I scorns.
"Well Dame Houston right I told find another dream baby." My mom says. I can't believe what I am hearing.
"Get out all of y'all." I cried. I crying my eyes out right now. My own family doesn't even believe in me. Kyrie, John, Bria, and Skylar, come in.
"Babe why are you crying ?" Skylar asks.
"My family doesn't believe I can go to the NBA." I answer.
"Well you can't you not good enough." Bria says.
"Are you serious?" I ask.
"Yes look your good but me and Ky are just way better than you." John says.
"Wow you guys are just assholes I thought we were friends." I says.
"They are your friends Dame and as your girlfriend we are being honest your not good enough." Skylar says.
"You know what fuck all of y'all" I scorns. I can't believe this happening.
"Why why why why why." I scream.
"Dame Dame Dame Dame" Kyrie says.
"What?" I scream.
"Yo you good you were sleeping talking?" Kyrie asks. Sleep talking where am I? Oh shoot I notice I'm in locker room. That's was the worst nightmare ever.