From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 41.. I love you

I love you

(Kenzie's P.O.V.)

Pick up. Pick up. C'mon Liam pick up. Liam.

"Hello?"

His voice rang through the speakers of my phone.

"Liam. Liam come get me, please. I'll send you the address, just please come get me." I begged.

"Okay, babe calm down, send me the address I'm coming to get you."

"Okay. I, I love you. Thank you."

With that I hung up, not waiting for a response.

Me: 3057 Daphney Road.

Liam: Thats a 30 minute drive babe. R u going to be okay?

Me: I have to wait outside. I'm afraid.

Liam: Ill be there as fast as possibleee.

I pushed my phone into my bra and sat down on the sidewalk. It was freezing, I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. Couldn't I have brought a sweater? What was I thinking. I could go ask TJ for one, but I'd rather freeze than let him give me anything. I'm just that stubborn. The stars were absolutely beautiful, shining onto the dark sky. Gram. Every time I looked at the night sky, all I could seem to think of was gram. The night I looked up at the sky and prayed for gram. That was what I called my grandma, me and her were real close. I remember calling her, every day, not a day passed where I didn't call her. Well, the past 5 years, I hadn't talked to her at all. When I was 11 she went into the hospital with a brain aneurism. There was not much I could do, she lived all the way in the US, New York. I cried my eyes out as I looked at the night sky, it was painful seeing my mum so upset, she took it so hard. She had such long, gorgeous hair, longer than her bum. Surgeons tried saving her, they succeeded but they had to cut off all her hair. My grandpa booked me and my mums plane tickets for the next day. We flew out there and stayed in my great grandmas house for about a week. Every day for the week, we drove up to the hospital to visit her. I remember seeing her the first time in years, and the way I had to see her was unconscious in a hospital bed. She kept having seizures, and the metal breathing tube she had in her mouth, her teeth kept slamming hard on it. She lost a front tooth. Gram loved George strait, in the hospital they had a radio beside her bed and played him nonstop. When I went in to see her, I bawled, the tears wouldn't stop. I loved her so much, how could I lose her so early? She was so young, 52 to be exact. No one ever suspected her passing so early. We all thought she would live to be old, but life throws curve balls at you. One thing I'll always remember in particular, was when I was in the hospital to visit her. I kept repeating how much I loved her. The doctors told me to talk to her because she could hear us. I told her, I love you gram, I love you so much, do you know I'm here in New York with you? I'm finally here. Mum too, I know you always wanted us back here, home where we belonged. I'm sorry gram. I love you so much, please don't leave me. A smile started forming a cross her face. But how? The doctors told me she couldn't respond, she could hear though. She tried sitting up, she reached her arms out. I said, I know gram, I know, I'm sorry.

I reached out and hugged her, because I assumed that's what she wanted. I kissed her forehead and told her I loved her, again. What shocked me was when she signaled 'I love you' with her hand. She could hear me! She understood! The tears came down like a waterfall. I held her so tight. My grandpa would tell me,

Mak-a-doo, don't cry, she'll be alright, she's a tough lady, she'll make it through. I would smile and hug him and nod my head. Somehow I believed she was a fighter and she would make it through this. Though the doctors had their doubts. She made it through, she went to therapy to learn how to walk and talk again. I left New York after my week. Soon she started talking to me on the phone again. It was like a miracle, god had answered my prayers. The doctors released her from the hospital to go home and shortly after she passed away. I remember my mum getting the phone call from her sister saying she stopped breathing, the doctors resuscitated her twice, but they couldn't save her. It broke my heart, why did she have to be taken from us? My mum got another plane ticket back to New York for her funeral. I was so upset I couldn't go, I cried for hours thinking of how she was gone and I would never see her again. Later I found out my mum had hyperventilated at her funeral and had to be dragged away from her mothers casket. My mum and her mum were also very close. As a little girl, I would hear my mums sobs and cries in the middle of the night. It hurt me, it killed me to know how much she was hurting inside. I could only imagine how it felt to lose your mother.