Lams stories

Chapter 11

"You were there?"

"Yeah"

"But he doesn't even know you?"

"Yes he does"

"Ok everyone knows you but"

"No he knows me personally"

"What"

"We've been friends for months"

"You of all people ?"

"Laf back down"

"It was his choice"

"Did you know about this?"

He turned to face the others and to his dismay he was greeted with sheepish and small nods from everyone except Herc

"We know"  

"Great friends you are!"

"Laf!"

Angie piped up 

"Your brother is in the hospital for taking a bullet for a man he loves!"

"Wait what?"

"Let her finish"

"He displayed bravery to save someone and all you can focus on is who it is? That seems childish. And if you look closer, you'd see there's more to him than meets the eye. He is who your brother chose and he dated me so he had impeccable taste. You love your brother? You love or at the least respect John too! I know your only doing this because your scared and guilty but it's not helping you, look everyone around you is petrified and there's no point in repressing it!"

"Wow"

"Alright fine you made a few good points. And it's understandable to John and Alex . I have a right to feel guilty, I let my guard down and Look what happened!"

His voice began to break

"John, I guess if your who Alex chose then, I guess fine"

"But don't hurt him, he's fragile and I'm in a weird state to process this shit right now"

"John?"

—

"Dad No!"

I burst into the room, blood dripping down the wooden cane. Martha ran in behind me, a sobbing mess. I screamed in agony. The blood across the marble floor was like a gory painting. He was lying on the ground bottle of scotch in hand as he cried and screamed. I watched as my mother  was there, cold, pouring  blood and dead.

The police sirens blared behind me as I took off into the night. Her blood was leaking into the backseat as I ran into the hospital. 

I watched her falling out of my arms, and I sat in the waiting room for hours. I received word that my dad was arrested and was spending the week in lockup until the trial. I watched my hands drip with her blood. I heard screams and crys and then they burst in sobbing and screaming

"What happened to momma?"

"Why is daddy being taken away?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"John Laurens, I'm sorry to say your mother has passed away,"

—

"John!"

"What yeah?"

He was sitting in the corner of the room sobbing and coughing and screaming as He leaned against the wall.