Riley

Chapter 39

Riley POV

"Are we going to go back to the house so I can change, or are we going straight to the nearest hospital?" I ask to them both as Daniel backs out of the parking lot.

"House first." Peter answers quickly. A bit to quickly.

"Why not to the hospital first?" I raise my brow

He turns around from he passenger seat and looks me in my eye. "Nobody's going to see that squatters butt, but me. " He turns back around and crosses his arms across his chest.

"And me." Daniel adds smirking. peters arms shoots out with his fist closed and hits him in the stomach, then resumes having crossed arms.
"To the house it is." Daniel says to himself coughing.

A few minutes later were parks outside the house and I grab the bag and hop out to go and change and put on underclothes.

I emerge from the house locking he door and feel eyes on me as I place the key back in the flower pot. Peter is such a creep, he's probably looking at my butt.

I skip happily to the car and slide into the back.

"Okay. Let's go look for granddad. " Peter says.

I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me from somewhere. I turn and look out the back window, but find nothing out of the ordinary.

We drive around for 10 minutes while I lay down in the back. Just as I'm about to close my eyes Daniel slows to a complete stop.

"Alright get out, were at a hospital. I believe it's the closest one to your granddads house. " Daniel says

I sit up and get instantly light headed. My stomach growls loudly as Peter opens the door for me and takes my hand to help me out the car.

"You hungry, baby?" He asks dipping his head down and kissing my neck.

"We're supposed to be getting your granddad." Daniel says smirking.

"Yea." I say pulling away from Peter and heading towards the tall white building.

"I've had enough white buildings for one day." Daniel mutters under his breath as the automatic doors open for us.

We reach the desk with the receptionist behind it and I press my palms flat on it, my heartbeat accelerating. I'm nervous, what if he's not here. And I still feel like I'm being watched. I look around and see a few people sitting in chairs reading magazines.

Peter and Daniel both stare at me, I turn to the receptionist who is also staring at me.

"Ma'am, may I help you?" She looks at me like I'm a lost child.

"Yes, is Clifford Ford here?" Daniel and Peter chuckle. I elbow both of them in the ribs and the receptionist checks something online.

"His name is not that funny. " I whisper over my shoulder.

"Yes it is. " Daniel and Peter both say together.

I roll my eyes and wait for he receptionist. "Yes, and you are?"

"I am his granddaughter and these are his grandsons. "

She looks back and forth between us three and raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"We were all adopted." I offer as an explanation.
She nods and her cheeks turn red.

She clears her throat. "Your names please?"

"Riley. Riley Dawsone. And this is Peter and Daniel Dawsone. "

"Okay. Here you go. " She peels off a stickers and gives them to us.

"Mr.Ford is in room 219 on the third floor. Make a right through those doors" she motions to the big doors leading to another hall "and the elevator is on your left side."

We hurry to the room and I stop short just outside the door. My papa, my mother...and other mothers dad is in there...struggling and holding on to life. I don't know what condition to expect him to be in.

Peter puts his arm around me and pulls me into a hug. "Hey, c'mon, it's going to be okay Riley. All this talk about coming to see him and you chicken out, right outside his door?"

I pull away from the hug and take a deep breath and step I into the room. There are clear tubes running through his nose and mouth that are connected to a big machine. There's a huge bandage going across his bare chest. He has on these huge baggy pants. His eyes are shut and his complexion slightly green instead of the brown it usually is.

"Papa..." I choke back some tears and walk over to his bed. I stroke his skin and his hand twitches.

"Papa, can you hear me?" I ask hopeful.

One eye peaks open slightly. "Riley."

A huge smile splits across my face. He spoke to me! He's going to be okay! "Granddad, I love you."

I bend to kiss his hand and he smiles only slightly then grimaces.

"Are you in pain?!" I ask alarmed.

"Of course I'm in pain. I was shot by your punk of a daddy near the heart, and could have died. But that's not why I'm frowning, who are the heck are they?" He manages to sound intimidating even when he's rasping for air.

"Granddad, this is Peter..." I motion to him "and this is Daniel. " I jerk a thumb over my shoulder.

"Hi. " Peter says.

I look at him and he waves awkwardly and Daniel just grins.

"How did this happen. Where were you at when you were shot and who brought you to the hospital?" I ask. His eyes open more but only by a fraction, then they close to where they were again.

"Well, I had planned to walk to the store, you know I like to get my excersize in. I step out the front door and go to walk across the grass and was shot.

I fell to backwards and land in the grass. I was looking up at the sky and your dads ugly face just popped up. He was holding the gun and pointed it at my face. I was shocked. I thought your father had passed away in a car accident. That's what your mother told me after she had taken that nasty fall down the stairs that one day. I know you remember, she had that cast on and such.

Anyways He casually puts it in his jacket after I heard some doors opening. He crouch down really close to me and pretended to have just found me.

A man who I didn't recognize runs up and asks if I'm okay. And your dad says that he will drive me to the hospital. The man was satisfied with that and helped put me in this black van.

The doors to the van suddenly are opened and I'm being brought in here on a stretcher. He smiled sardonically at me then left like it was nothing. I was shocked about the whole situation.

I was put under some type of gas that rendered me unconscious. Once I woke, I was in this room thinking about why the hell your dad was still alive. And why would he shoot me at random and then be nice enough to check me into a hospital? " he finishes

"Okay...well, I can clear up some of that actually. " I start. Not ready to explain to him about his daughter and my father.