Living Young

Chapter 50: We're Young

A/N:

Last chapter. I had a small crowd with this long ass story but its whatever. I had fun writing the story. Most of the characters had a part to play. Some didn't get as much attention because I would forget or rush through them for the sake of my sleep.

I hope this story is different from the rest. Like the plot, character development, and relationships.

I think I'm interested in Mariana now. Total badass Oh no...

Please vote and comment. I appreciate and thankful how far you guys come along. I did doubt this story at the beginning but I pushed through it and made it to the end.

Enjoy readers. 😚

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At the hospital, three people sat around the bed, waiting for the girl to wake up. The boy beside her was a wreck. His face red, his head down low as his shoulders trembling from bawling his eyes out for hours.

The new year sucked. He thought family was always supposed to have each other back. When his uncle accused his girlfriend for being a slut, the blonde teen lashed out in fury. He lost his trust and respect for his mother's brother, his own uncle. Soon as the old man kicked him out, he immediately sped in his car to send his girlfriend to the hospital.

Her breathing was off. Her skin burning up out of nowhere. He was scared out of his mind when she kept crying. She seemed like she been drugged up. He knew it couldn't be the alcohol they had because they were sharing cups.

Marlon laid his forehead on Brody's arm, very exhausted from staying up since last year.

A wrinkled hand patted his back. His head sprung up, showing the two women in the room his sorrow face. The disconsolate boy took the bottle of water and banana from the elder woman.

"Mrs. Joyce, you sure you don't want it?" He asked her. The sweet woman smiled at him. Stroking the back of his head.

"My granddaughter can't wake up to see you like this. She'll be hurt." She grabbed a tissue to clean off Marlon's face. He silently let her have her way. The comfort of Brody's family soothed him a bit.

It wasn't the same feeling whenever he goes visits his mother. His mother would spread her arms out wide for a hug and he would lay his head on her chest like he always did as a kid. Snuggled in her warmth whenever his father goes off on a rampage, destroying anything in sight. Although him and his mother lived with fear, he always felt safe in her shaky arms.

Now his family is torn apart, he has no one else but Brody's family emotional support.

"Thank you, Mrs. Joyce." He forced a slanted smile. Joyce sighed. She went to her daughter, Brody's mother, Brie.

Brie didn't blink once. Her eyes focused on Brody's body. Her forehead crinkled, nervous and impatient. The doctor informed them that they pumped everything out of Brody.

Saying that she's fine and will be out soon as she wakes up for another checkup and eat something. Due to that, the drained girl slept for six hours at the hospital. All the mother wants is for her baby girl to wake up, so she can hug her.

"Brie, sweetheart. Do you want me to pick up anything from the cafeteria?" Joyce asked. Brie shook her head, fisting the hospital blanket against her nose. The room got cold while sitting there under the clock.

Joyce opened the door and in came Brody father, Pete. He rushed in with some snacks, which saved Joyce a trip.

"I had to rush out of work. How is Bro-Bro?" His brows scrunched up in a frown. Brie tear her eyes away to see her husband walking toward the bed. He leaned over the bed to kiss daughter's forehead.