Bad Boy With Scars

Chapter Fifteen: Death Is Bitter-Sweet

Connor's P.O.V.

I waited in Gram's room for three hours waiting for her to wake me up. She had been asleep since she was put into the hospital. I hate how the doctors wouldn't tell me what happened. So many things happened...

*Flashback*

I made it to Gram's room. I was so happy I was about to see her, but I couldn't bring myself into opening the door. I was so frightened of what she'll look like, or even finding out what happened. I can't stand seeing her in pain. It makes me sick. She doesn't deserve it.

My thoughts were cut short as I heard a familiar voice say my name. My heart stopped as I looked over to see my younger brother, Brandon. My mouth went dry as I tried to say something.

"Connor, it's been a while, hasn't it..." He spoke awkwardly.

"Y-yeah. It has." I chuckled slightly. "Are you here to see Gram too?"

"Yeah, yeah. Dustin and Nicola are in the waiting room. So is mom and dad." He whispered the last part.

"Okay, well, I'll let you go in and see her. We'll be out there if you need to talk at any point." He smiled.

I nodded before he turned away. I grabbed the door handle, but before I could turn it, I turned my head to Brandon and called for him. He looked over with slight confusion.

I walked up to him and gave him a hug, the first hug in a long time. He hugged me back after dealing with the shock.

"I missed you." He choked out.

"I missed you too." I chuckled before we both let go, letting us get back to our own things.

*End of Flashback*

I chuckled slightly at the memory of being reunited with my brother before I noticed shuffling on the bed. My heart started to race as I saw Gram's eyes start to open. I smiled as she looked at me.

"C-Connor?" She asked, starting to cough.

I handed her water that was on her bedside and helped her drink it. She thanked me before she moved her bed to where she was sitting up a little bit.

"Hi, Gram. How are you feeling?" I smiled at her.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" She asked with a soft expression.

"Truth...?"

"I've been better, Connor. But why would you leave that number for me? Did you know he was capable of doing something like that?" She asked, looking as if she were about to cry.

"What are you talking about? I never left a number? Who did you let in the house?" I asked cautiously.

"Sam Pottorff. I believe that was his name." My heart almost exploded.

That son of a bitch tried to kill my grandmother. What the hell is wrong with him? I never did - oh wait.

I looked Gram in the eyes and saw she had a worried expression now.

"I'm so sorry, Gram. I don't know how this happened. I didn't know the number was there and I'm not sure how it got there. I promise I will make sure he pays for what he did to you." I let the tears stream down my face.

"Connor, don't be sorry. It's okay. He's helping me get through this." She laughed.

"He? Who's he?" Then it hit me.

"God. He'll help me through this. He helped me when I had doubts about if you were going to be okay. He's helped me for as long as I can remember. He even helped me make the decision of telling you."

"T-telling me what?" My voice was shaking.

"Connor, your parents never gave you to me because your siblings convinced them that you were bad or anything like that. They gave you to me because they knew you were capable of taking care of me. Your siblings love you. Your parents love you. I love you." She spoke quietly, smiling at the wall behind me.

"G-gram, please don't leave. Not yet. I need you." I pleaded, crying once again.

"It's my time Connor. Thank you for being such a great company. You remind me so much of your grandfather. I know he's proud of you," she sighed before finishing. "Tell everyone that I'll be watching them and they better be good. Tell Sam I said thank you for helping me leave in a less horrid way. Thank you."

I started sobbing as she closed her eyes. I heard the monitor turn into a long beep. That was the only sound in the room that could be heard, along with my sobs.

That was the end of that chapter in my life.