Bad Boy With Scars

Chapter Fourteen: Special Guest

Gram's P.O.V. (PLOT TWIST WHAT)

I woke up around noon. I was gonna ask Connor if he could come help me make breakfast, but I realized he was at school.

I sighed to myself before getting up and heading to the fridge. I didn't trust myself cooking, so I called a number on the fridge that Connor must've left for me.

I dialed and waited a couple of seconds before a young man answered.

"Ms. Franta, I see you've finally called. I've been waiting." He spoke.

Waiting? Waiting for what?

"I will be over in a few to make you breakfast. Then we can chat."

"O-okay. I'll see you soon..." I waited for him to tell me his name.

"Sam. Sam Pottorff. I'm friends with Connor."

"Okay. I'll see you soon, Sam."

With that I hung up and took a deep breath before getting dizzy. I went and sat on the couch and waited for Sam to get here. For all the years Connor has lived with me, I never recalled a Sam. I'm probably just tricking myself. I am 87 years old after all.

I jumped a little when I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Sam so I said to come in.

Sam came in with what seemed to be a bag full of supplies.

"Ms. Franta. It's so great to see you. I know I probably frightened you when I knew you were waiting to call, but Connor told me that you might need help, and considering I was staying home from school today, I was more than happy to." He smiled a perfect smile.

He was such a nice boy. Polite and handsome. I'd be surprised if he didn't have a girlfriend.

"Thank you so much, Sam." I smiled kindly at him.

He walked into the kitchen with a bag and started cooking. In the midst of this, I fell asleep, hoping to wake up with a nice meal from a nice boy. Man was I wrong.

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I was awoken by what sounded like a siren coming up the small driveway. I looked over in the kitchen and almost screamed. Did he try to catch the house on fire?

It took me a minute to realize that the smoke detecter was going off as the firemen came in. I looked in the kitchen as they tried escorting me out, but I wouldn't leave.

All of my memories with Connor, Jack. (A/N: I don't know Connor's grandparents names as you can already tell oh well bye.) Everyone who has ever known this house, will soon be just in my memory.

I started both crying and coughing as I was pulled out of the house and into the ambulance. I couldn't believe this was happening. And it was all his fault.