Chapter 9.
My hearts racing as I get to the hospital a day later. I find my way up to his room and his moms sitting in a chair crying. I walk over and put my hand oh her shoulder. Then I see Brantley he's so tore up.
"He's just sleeping" she quietly says.
"It's the 2 in the morning your haven't slept for 2 days go home I'll say" I urge.
"Um I guess I should" she shifts from her chair.
When she leaves I pull the chair over by Brantley and hold his hand.
"I love you" I whisper.
"Me too" his eyes barely open he squeezed my hand and fell back asleep. The next few months were filled with physical therapy and hospital trips. I went home and was informed I was no longer welcome in my home. I packed up everything and left. I stayed at Brantley's mamas house for now. He slowly got better. He didn't wanna talk about what happened or the months before...all he said was he wasn't following the right path before and this was the god lord telling him that. He was blessed for being alive. He told me he was set on being a singer. He promised me one day he would hit the country top ten. I believed him. I started collage classes part time and our future started moving forward.
