Broken {Completed}

A Mother's Love

He was so still. I don't think I've ever seen him as still as this. I touched his cheek lightly hoping and praying he would open his eyes. It killed me to see him like this.

The only thing keeping him alive were the beeping machines. The doctor had told us he slipped into a coma shortly before his arrival.

My baby. I held his hand as I began to cry. I never wanted this. I never imagined someone would do something so cruel my baby.

I watched his chest rise and fall with struggle. I wish I could take his pain away. It's been so long since I've seen him sleep, but I didn't want this. This broke my heart.

"Jen?"

I looked up at Shannon who was walking through the door carrying a bag of Chinese.

"Any change?" He asked as he sat the food down on the coffee table.

I shook my head. I continued to hold Gunnar's hand. I didn't know if he could feel me, but I hope he knew I was there for him, and I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Baby, it's been two days. You need to eat something," Shannon said placing his hand lightly on my back.

"I'll eat when my son wakes up," I bit out harsher than I meant to. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't lose him! He's always been my reason to keep going." I couldn't talk any more. Tears blurred my vision, and sobs choked my throat.

I honestly don't think I could live without him. If Shannon left me yes it would hurt, but not nearly as bad if Gunnar did. Reflecting back when I was pregnant and homeless, the thought of having a baby that would love me no matter what kept me alive. The moment I held him and looked into his dark brown eyes, he became my anchor. I didn't care about about a husband or boyfriend, and for a while I didn't care about Shannon. It was me and Gunnar. As long as he loved me I didn't need anyone else. I didn't want anyone else.

We'd been through it all. Homelessness, sicknesses, my countless shitty jobs. He never stopped loving me, and he never stopped smiling for me.

Shannon pulled up a chair beside me and pulled me close. It felt like my world was collapsing around me. Everything I held dear was trying to leave me, but I was grasping desperately.

"It's going to be okay. He's tough. He's going to make it through." Shannon's voice began to tremble. He reached for my and Gunnar's hand holding them both tightly.

Why? Did it have to be my son? Why did I let him even try out for rugby? This would have never happened if I had just said no.

Suddenly I was furious. I wanted to know who did this to my baby, and I wasn't going to stop until I got justice. I stood and grabbed my coat.

"Baby, where are you going?" Shannon asked standing up, but never let go of Gunnar's hand.

"I'll be back soon," I said before grabbing his keys and walking out the door. I got into his Range Rover and drove to the school. It was Monday, and they had practice today. Good. I drove right to the football field, and made it just in time. The rugby team was running laps.

I walked directly up to the coach. When he saw me a look of horror crossed his face as he recognized who I was.

"I want to know who hurt my son," I demanded.

"Ma'am the boys that-"

"I want their names!" The whole team had stopped running and stared at us. I didn't care. I wanted them to know that if they ever touched my baby, I would come for them next.

"They were kicked off the team indefinitely."

I grabbed the coach by the collar. "I want their names dammit! They broke 3 of his ribs, dislocated his shoulder, and put him in a coma!" I didn't realized I was hitting the man until I felt someone pulling me off of him and trying to calm me.

I fought against the person trying to get back to the coach because he was the one that let this happen.

"Jen! Calm down it's me! It's me!" Jared's voice cried in me ear. My knees gave out as I began shaking and crying uncontrollably. Jared fell to the ground with me and began to rock back and forth.

I cried into his shoulder. Nothing could console me right now. I wanted my son and justice for what they did to him.