My Safe Haven (BxB)

Chapter XXIV - Things Fall Apart

Andrew's POV – 24 August 2019 (Saturday)

Have you ever tried escaping the reality of life by sleeping, only for you to dream of the very thing you're trying so hard to escape? Yep, that's me.

After being busted by my mother, I just dragged my body to the bed and zoned out. Christian tried reaching out, but I couldn't bring myself to answer any of his calls. I mean, as weird as it might sound, I really can't help myself from thinking that this is partially his fault, well the fault is mine for kissing him, but I wouldn't have kissed him if he didn't tell me he loved me. Thinking about that makes me so giddy.

However, this is no time to be thinking about Christian and feeling all lovey dovey because I have my parents to deal with first. Actually, now that I think about it, it's been very quiet, and I'm certain it wouldn't be this quiet if my father was around. Speaking of which, I should probably go speak to my mother about this.

So I leave the comfort of my bed and decide to get done and dusted with this. The sooner, the better I chant before heading out of my bedroom. This may do me good, or it may be like diving head first into the meat grinder, but I'll never know if I don't try.

I trudge down the stairs and into the kitchen, only for me to stop in my tracks when I see my mother, looking devastated. I just pray that she hasn't told anyone...

"Good morning mom" I greet sweetly. Nothing. Oh, I guess we're back to giving each other the silent treatment.

"Mom, I just wanted to talk to you about what you saw yesterday. It wasn't anyth-..."

"It wasn't anything like what Andrew?" she questions menacingly. "It wasn't anything like you kissing another guy?"

"I understand that it looked bad mo..."

"You don't understand anything Andrew! You disrespected this house. You disrespected me. Your father!" she yells. "Can you put yourself in my shoes for one moment and think about how you'd feel if you came back to what I came back to!"

"But mom..."

"No buts Young man! Imagine coming home because your parent's condition is worsening only for you to find this!"

"What?" I question slowly.

"You know what, I blame myself. Your father and I saw your changing behavior but we chose not to do anything, now it came back to bite us..."

"Mom stop it! For just a minute please! What do you mean 'your parent's condition is worsening'?"

"Your grandpa is getting worse Andrew!" she fires back.

"But-but the last time I saw him, he was doing way better" I argue lowly.

"His condition is just like the weather, one minute he's okay, the next, he's not."

What the hell is this woman telling me?

"I got a call from your grandma Thursday night," she sniffles "the doctors were concerned by the sudden deterioration of his health, and they just wanted to keep the family updated. So after that call I knew I had to come back. So, I left your dad back at the firm so he could wrap up with business before coming back here."

Saying I'm shocked at this point in time would be an understatement. I was so convinced that Grandpa Pat was getting better and these news are just putting a damper on my mood. What the hell do they mean that he's getting worse? I mean, he looked just fine when I went to see him earlier in the week. Did that not mean anything? Was he pretending to be fine all along? I have all these questions that I unfortunately don't know the answers to, and that alone frustrates the living heck out of me.