Now That You Know Us

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Gabe's P.O.V.

I don't know where to begin exactly...

I cut Hunter off... Completely. I switched out of all of the classes that i had with him....

Its been three months....

I don't wanna talk to him... No, I won't talk to him. He fucked me up... I've gotten worse since that day...

After my dad died... by my hand... because of the cruelty of what Hunter did to me...

My grandmother adopted me. She's the most important thing in my life to me... The only family I have left...

I love her... And I know she means the very best for me... But there's only so much she can do. Her age is catching up to her. My grandfather passed away almost a month ago. We've been grieving ever since. She tries to cover it up... To protect me I guess. But I know that when she goes into her room... She's not the same... I wish I could help her. She takes care of me so much... But to be totally honest, I take care of her even more. I love her, and I appreciate that she takes care of me, but she needs me. And I need her.

"Leonelle, breakfast is ready my love." she calls me from my room. I moved into her house. Its cozy and I have my own little room that's filled with stuff from my mother and her old belongings. This.... Was her old room.

"Leonelle, are you coming down to eat?" she asked me, using my middle name again. She always does. I don't mind it. She doesn't use it out of spite. She uses it because its the name she gave to me. I love it.

"Yeah abuela I'm coming." I yell back.

"Well andalé mijo por que you don't want your food to get frio, okay?" she spoke in Spanish to me usually because that's what I was comfortable with.

"Okay, abuela." I said with a loving tone.

I quickly put on a shirt and a pair of socks not even regarding to put on pants because I was comfortable as shit. She's used to it.

I ran downstairs and ran into the kitchen and quickly sat down hoping for a bowl of Apple Jacks... They're my favorite. Its my guilty pleasure. But instead i saw a gift card for $150 dollars from Denny's. My jaw dropped.

"Happy birthday baby!!" she said in compassion and love and warmth. I've been out of it for so long that I haven't even been keeping track of the days/months. Was it really my birthday?

"Thanks Abuela..."

"Did you really forget your damn cumpleaño." she said on the brink of cracking the fuck up.

"Um... Yeeeaaahhh..." I said awkwardly. She said dying in laughter. I just smiled.

"Thank you abuela. I love Denny's so much. How'd you know?"

"Leonelle, you're my grandson. Conozco todo de ti." she said.

"Then I guess I'm walking to denny's." i said with a dorky attitude.

"No you're not." she said sternly.

"Wait, then why did you..."

"I didn't say no puedes usar eso. I only said you can't walk." she said.

"Uh... 'buela I'm confused." she really was confusing me.

"Where's your phone mijo?"

I pulled it out of my pocket. "Right here why?"

"Dáme." I listened and gave her my phone. Then, without warning, she snapped it in half.

"ABUELA WHAT THE HECK?!?!" I yelled but it was a kind of quiet yell. I looked on the floor and saw my beautiful baby, my rose gold iphone 7 plus, broken in half... Is it bad that I feel nauseous?