Only Mine {Book 2}| Completed

Chapter 15: Gym/ Workout

            Chapter 15: Gym/ Workout

                  C H R I S T O P H E R: 🥀

     I guess you can say I honestly hated the stupid hospital for over twenty four hours. Which felt much longer. But mom has decided on staying with me which I tried convincing her that she didn't have to. But she insisted. She takes control of everything and it's only been a few hours. And as a way to get out of my horrific isolation, I needed to go with Ty out to the gym.

I got released at exactly a quarter after seven this morning. And Ty and mom both helped me back to my apartment complex. And I guess the residents showed up at my door every second we were settling in. Mrs. Wallace brought me a carrot casserole which I found out that everyone in this complex knows I tried to kill myself due to that stormy night of paramedics and a stupid gurney. So I guess everyone knows. And it's no secret. Ty wouldn't run his mouth here. And none of my friends would either.

When I did return home, it felt nice. Except the mess I left behind. Ty stopped by to feed Marshmallow a few times. Except he didn't clean up the broken glass of a vase I made from a rose that was a gift Peach got me when I moved in here. But Ty seems the type to just daze away from responsibility or knowledge. And also common sense. He's kinda like that. And so, I wanted to start cleaning but Ty insisted he would.

Unfortunately I guess feel awful about everything that had happened. I should never have tried to kill myself over the stupidest thing. I can only imagine what was going on in mom's head. Or Ty since he found me. He practically pounded me for trying to give my life up and die. I still feel like shit for being the loser. I'm the loser because I was pushed aside and thrown in a trash like I was trash. Not by anyone. My stepsister or what I hate to refer her as; my ex girlfriend.

And of course I got every right to be mad at Emma. She just said she regrets we ever were in love. And then she shoved her perfect clean cut boyfriend right in front of me like we were getting ready to play Crow Kay. And she kissed him and had no idea how awkward and frustrating or humiliating and shitty it was for me. It made me feel like I was an enemy. Like maybe I murdered her dad or something and she threw the lighter and match right back at me for a thirst of revenge.

   When Emma visited me in the hospital yesterday I was pissed more than anything. And I had to see her just spill those stupid excuses and words at me. I honestly don't care what Emma said because I don't care. Just like she was selfish and didn't care about me when she shoved her boyfriend in front of me.

Work unfortunately doesn't want me back for a few days which is going to suck for me. That's literally my activity. It's how I get paid and pay my bills. And I just don't want Grandma's money anymore. With her I get at least over fifty grand checks from her. Which she has to stop. Hopefully mom didn't tell her about this suicide attempt. Grandma is a hypochondriac and a worry wort and also OCD. I don't know how dad was raised by her all these years? But as long as she's in the Greyson manner and perfectly fine with whatever Grandpa and her are doing while the young grandkids visit there. And it's not an apartment, penthouse or a cottage. It's a legit mansion.

I remember this because dad used to take me there when I was five. However I was born there. While mom was pregnant with me she had been living there before and after I was born and got married less than twelve months. And I was raised in that mansion until I was two. And dad used to bring them there. I stopped visiting when I was eleven once mom's parents came back into our lives meeting me for the first time. Mom's parents disowned mom after getting pregnant while still in high school. Mom told me that when she and my father had a very joyful summer fling and that's what obviously brought me into this world. And they were just teens. And I'm nineteen. I couldn't imagine having a kid right now. Not while I'm in college, working off for bills and while unmarried. My Grandma told me every child she had was expensive. I can only imagine.