Three Hot Boys Are A Crowd

Ch.29-Love's End [Part 1]-

A/N: Hey, everyone! I'm not dead by the way. I've decided to upload this chapter because it's been sitting untouched for months and I guess you guys want new content. This chapter was 5,000+ words long but remained unfinished for a long time so I decided to split it up and deliver the rest later. Anyway, enough of me talking. Here's a new chapter. -L

April 11th, 2018

Diary, whenever someone dies in the family it's a tough time for everyone. You think about the memories of that person, all the good times and bad. You regret things, cry, and mourn. The cycle of life and death will happen to all of us, leaving someone behind to carry on our memory until they die. Death is an inevitable fact that will consume us all but we all try to beat it. We all try our best to be the oldest living person on Earth but the only true statement is that we all die in the end. In his case the end came sooner than they expected. Look at me getting tears on the paper...

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A knock on the front door nearly scared the living day lights out of me. It definitely wasn't a good idea to watch a horror film when it's thundering/lightening outside at 11pm. No one seemed to be home. Finn was out, probably being productive or destructive (he couldn't choose which); Mom was out with Charlie for half the week to visit some close relatives, and Dad was at some important business dinner so I was left alone to my own devices. I grabbed the baseball bat placed neatly in the hallway closet and moved towards the door. I opened the door expecting Ghostface from Scream but was met with Demetrius standing in the rain, getting completely drenched. His clothes were clinging to his body and he was shaking. Okay, something was definitely up. The flash of lightening brought me back to my senses.

"Oh my god, Demetrius, come in!" I threw the baseball into the living room; the banging sound of wood against wood wasn't good for the ears but I wasn't really concerned by that. "Jesus fucking Christ, Demetrius, I thought you were a killer--wait, are you ok?" In the mix of rain and the smell of hair product, I noticed tears were streaming down his face.

He gulped, looking around, as I closed the front door. "....I didn't have anywhere else to go...I....."

"Deme...."

He grabbed me by my arms, giving me a big hug with a strong, firm grasp. "Grandpa Henderson....he...he...he...." he started to cry; the gulping, hiccups, the moans and groans. The realization hit me hard.

I hugged him back. It didn't need to be said out in the open. I knew. He knew. There was no explaining.

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Grandpa Henderson had died of a heart attack, 4am Welsh time. He had been fighting an illness but I guess it was his time to go, according to the Grim Reaper. Time waits for no man.

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The tea kettle whistled loudly. I tried to pour the tea and mixed it as fast as I could so Demetrius and I could talk. I didn't want him to be alone in this, nor did I want him to bottle those emotions up. Rushing from the kitchen to the couch, nearly burning off my hand, I handed him his mug of tea. Most of his wet clothes were on the floor, partly because I didn't want him to get pneumonia and another part because the couch would've gotten messed up. I'm my mother's child.

Deme gripped the blanket tighter, sipping his tea. He immediately put it down in disgust. "Your tea is awful," he said in a shaky voice.

Usually, I would've fought him about that but tonight wasn't the night. "How did you find out? How is G.H. holding up?"

He looked down at his cup; the china was clanking together. "Grandmum called about an hour ago to tell us. She found out the final news a half hour before then. She said she woke up to go to the bathroom, came back, and noticed that Grandpa was having a seizure. She called an ambulance, they got there quick, they took him in. She waited for about an hour. They said they tried to stabilize him but he had a heart attack once it was over. Apparently, it was a massive one. She said even if he had survived he probably would've had severe brain damage." his leg was now shaking and he sipped more of the disgusting tea. "....do you have anything stronger?"