Hi loves!! It's been so long and much over passed a month since I've updated-which isn't good whatsoever but I had the worst writers block and hadn't finished it till today. I still don't know if I personally like it tbh but I hope you guys do and that you comment on it!! That will honestly make my day. Also another thing is that I want to thank everyone that continues to read this and shows it support I'm so happy you guys like it and I hope that once this story is over you will support my new one with just as much love!! Also happy early Halloween if you guys are going out!!❤️❤️❤️❤️
Jacob's pov
I went out the doors which headed outside to the parking lot to see a short lady who had been elderly. She was dressed expensively and men in black attire surrounded her small body.It was none other than my grandmother.
"What are you doing he-" I started to say clearly unhappy at her arrival. Any signs of happiness I had, now, was no longer visible on my face. Instead, my face had a cold expression filled with hate for the woman in front of me.
"I'm dying Jacob." She spoke in a stern tired tone.
My cold appearance faltered for a second and shock as well as confusion now replaced the cold persona.
I still clearly remember who she is. What she did. The lady who made my life miserable was telling me that she was dying. That she was going to be no longer keeping me in her wrinkled palms and play with my life like a twisted puppet show. I suffered tremendously because of her and now she's disappearing. She was the one that left me on that cold bloody floor screaming for help as she just walked over my body like a dead animal.
But she was also my grandmother, I still had some good memories. Ones of my life prior turning 18. She was just like any other grandmother to me then. So even though all of me wanted to despise her with all I had, I still knew a part of me couldn't. That the boy I was still felt warmth from his grandmother and I didn't know what to do.
I stuttered before getting closer, I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what to say.
"H-How? I mean- but you're healthy." I said shocked and she smiled with regret and sadness filling her grayish tinted eyes that no longer had the crystal blue color they once were.
"I'm getting old and it was about time something caught up to me. Maybe it's the horrible things and karma coming to bite me. I've worried over 50 years about the company and ended up regretting lots of things. One of them being ruining your life and not spending time with your grandfather before he passed. I'm jealous at the fact that the girl you love survived and is alive. Because when my husband did the same thing she did, he died. In my arms, blood everywhere." Her eyes remembered a story that was hidden behind walls she held up. Her eyes seemed hurt, recalling a story that was too painful. She inhaled a sharp breath and looked at me before replacing the sad look she had with a more serious one. "But then again I'm also happy she lived. Because no matter how much I deny it, that girl will change you. For the better, into someone that enjoys life and lives happily. Which is what I wanted you not to have. I wanted you to be miserable and cold, so that no one would take your role of the ceo away from you. I wanted you to be able to keep the company alive for much longer than I did and do what I do. But I'm dying and I'm realizing that for 40 years of my life I didn't live. I lost any type of happiness after your grandfather died. He was so similar to that girl that you love so dearly. He changed me and although I never said it to him since I fought with him too much due to our different personalities, I'm really thankful for that time of life he gave me. Because it's the only time I remember being happy. A time when I was actually able to run away from this demanding job for even a little while. And because I know how hellish it is, I passed it on to you. I'm sorry, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but before I pass on, I wanted to sincerely apologize. As well, I have officially disbanded the Rosemond organization. You don't have to deal with anything illegal and risk your life or the ones you love. Now everything is being done properly and legally correct."
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