Filthy Heart, Suiciding By Love.

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Jennifer's POV :

Grant received a text message, before the message he was smiling and laughing with me we we're having so much fun it was really cute how he'd act clumsy just to make me laugh but when he opened the message and started reading it, his face changed I was suprised and curious what was in it? Is it something about me? I wondered.

His face looked like he just saw the worst nightmare of his life he started shaking I never saw him this upset and scared, I thought to myself did someone broke his guitar or something ? A tear dropped from his beautiful blue greenish eyes I got worried I talked to him and said "Are you okay ?" I held his hands "Did something happen ?"

He started crying even more I couldn't see him cry or hurting I just can't a beautiful eyes like his shouldn't be crying or ever feel sad, "What happened" I said while holding his hands He said shakingly "Maria knows that I'm failing in some subjects in school, she's threating to tell my parents" he stopped and I knew he was at his worst times but still he's still the best for me, I tried to comfort him "it's okay I'll help you get better grades, I promise" He cried even more "if she mailed those grades to my parents or they ever knew about them they're gonna force me to delete all of my social medias and also take away all of my guitars they would stop me from achieving my dream my only dream the only dream that I have becoming a singer and it's all because of my stupidity" I hugged him tight and said "Parents ruin dreams more than anybody, but I won't let them ruin yours we'll find a way I promise".

He was scared and I could tell he was hesitating to tell me something or to not tell me but eventually he did "She wants to meet us, both of us Jen but if you don't want to go I can go by myself" I grabbed his hands and kissed them "We're in this together" He was trying to smile but he was in so much pain I hugged him tightly hoping my hugs would stick back all of his broken parts I had to say something I was his girlfriend now so I just said "It's not the end of your career I promise" It wasn't a smart thing to say I could do better but I was just thinking how in the world Maria knew Grant was failing I lived with him everyday for two weeks and a half and I didn't even know that.

He said "Let's go home, Take a rest before it all starts again" I agreed, he said jokingly "instead of a taking a cap, What about you get in my bike today? behind me ?" He laughed but I really liked the idea so I got off my wheelchair I could walk a little bit but I need some support, My support right now is Grant Landis but when I get back home I'll use my support stick I sat behind him he helped me getting in his bike it was my first time being behind someone in a bike I was a little bit afraid so I just started hugging him from behind, He was riding the bike home and I was behind him smiling and thinking about this Maria could she take away this all of this from me?

He went to take a shower but I wanted to open my brain I wanted to think about this all what would Maria want from us, I pity the fool that'd fall in love with Maria.

I made coffee and drank some of it but all I could think about is negative things I couldn't find the positive things but what worried me most is Grant he haven't had one bite, He was thinking about this too.

I sighed "It's really hurts when you see someone you love getting hurt, But it hurts even more that you can't do anything about it", I got my support stick ready I walked a little bit with it testing it and it worked fine.

Grant looked at me and said "Are you ready?" I smiled and said "I was born ready" I grabbed some cash for emergencies maybe I'll need it not even Grant knew I had some cash I packed it on my purse real quick, I grabbed his hands I don't know why but holding his hands comforts me he opened the car's door for me and drove to the lake ( it's the same lake we had our first date ) would it be the same lake we break up on it too?

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