Chapter 54

Home sweet home. I think to myself as my mother wheels me inside.

The nurse said I may be able to walk one day, but for now, I was stuck using a wheel chair and a walking frame to get around, which kinda sucks, but beats being stuck in that stuffy hospital room listening to monitors all around the clock.

It’s been just over a week since I had woken from my coma, and a week since I had last seen Dallas. Mitchell too.

I would have texted them, but I lost my phone when I had a run in with somebody’s windshield.

I still cannot believe that I got hit by a car! An actual moving car!

That is officially going to be my origin story starting from now on. I mean, how many people get hit by a car and live to tell the tale? Okay, I’m sure it’s not as rare as I am making it out to be, but from my point of view, I have never met anybody who can say that they have been through what I have.

“I ordered in an adjustable bed and put it in the living room for you, since you can’t walk up and down the stairs.” My mom says.

“You put it in the living room? Or did Dale?” I wondered.

“Dale and I are over, fyi.” She says. “And you are right, I didn’t put it in. They have people for that, you know.”

“What happened with Dale?” I asked.

“He was a cunt.” She cursed, wheeling me into the living room, or should I say, my new ‘living’ room.

“They’re all cunts.” I tell her. “But especially Dale.”

She laughed at that.

“Would you like anything for dinner? Something special to celebrate you coming home?” She asks.

“Hmmm, maybe we could have dinner with the Coopers?” I suggested.

“Uh, sure I can call and see if they wouldn’t mind.” She says. “But in the meantime, you need to rest.”

She put the hand brakes on and walked back out to the car to get the walking frame for me.

When she comes back in, she places the walking frame in front of me and starts to help me out of the wheel chair. My right foot is currently my dominant one, as the left one still isn’t fully recovered yet. I make my way over to my new bed and sit down on it before falling slowly onto my back, which still hurt a tad.

“Uh, I have to head to work, but I’ll call someone to come look after you.” She says.

Of course she has to go back to work.

“I don’t need anyone. I think I’ll be fine.” I say.

“No, you can’t be left alone.” She insists.

“Mom, I can take care of myself.” I tell her.

“I’ll at least ask one of your friends over.” She says. “What about that Jonah guy?”

Jonah wasn’t my friend. The only friend I had left was Mitchell. No one else from school has even bothered to come and visit me, except for Aisha, whose visit wasn’t pleasant. But there were many cards and gifts from a lot of my classmates. When I say ‘a lot’, I’m talking almost a hundred different people.

Looks like I’m popular.

None of which were from any of my so-called friends.

“Fuck Jonah.” I spat.

My mother groaned frustratedly. “Fine, what about Diego?”

“Fuck him too.” I say.

“Brock?”

“Did you see any of them visiting me in the hospital?” I asked angrily.

She didn’t reply.

“They’re all fucking assholes.” I snapped.

“I’m sorry, Gray.” She puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe Mitchell and Dal can come over?” I suggested.

“Uh, they’re busy. I called them earlier to see if they wanted to come over… but..” She says.

Oh.

“I will be fine on my own.” I said.

“I promise I will be home as soon as work finishes.” She says, pinching my cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I respond.

When she takes her purse and walks outside, closing the front door behind her, I sighed.

It’s sooooo fucking boring.

I wish I had my phone so I could see what Dallas was up to.

Sometime later, I wake up to a knock on the door. I had fallen asleep due to boredom.

“Who is it?” I tried my best to yell out, but it hurt my lungs.

Knock, knock, knock.

“For fuck’s sake.” I muttered under my breath as I slowly get out of bed, using my walking frame for support. It takes awhile to get to the door.

When I finally make it to the door, I struggle to open it. When I do open it, I see Hannah and Lucy standing on my front porch.

“Dallas sent us.” Says Lucy.

“Oh?” I manage to say. “Uh, where is he?” I ask.

“He’s at home.” Hannah says.

“Okay. Uh, come in.” I move away so they could come in.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Lucy says.

I slightly chuckled. “Define ‘okay’ for me.”

“Did you get my giant giraffe?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, it was a very good gift.” I tell her. “Thank you.”

I ended up giving it to my little sister, but I still appreciated the gift.

“So, why isn’t he here?” I wondered.

“Uh, because of your mom.” Hannah said.

“Huh?”

“Your mom put a restraining order against Dal.” She explained.

“Are you serious?” I ask.

“You didn’t know?” Hannah looked confused.

“No. Can she even do that?” I ask.

“Apparently so.” Lucy answered.

“I can’t fucking believe her.” I groaned.

“He said to give you this.” Lucy pulled an envelope from her bag.

“A letter?” I laughed. “What is this, the 1800’s?”

Hannah slightly giggled.

Lucy hands me the envelope and I open it up to read it.

Dear Grayson Evander Scott,

It’s been a hell of a year, huh? To think this all started out with me hating your guts, and now, you’re my favourite person.

I miss you, and I’m glad I met you.

But a lot has happened. First the car crash, then your coma, and now your mother has forbade me to see you.

Maybe it’s a sign that we shouldn’t be together.

From Dallas

I take a breath as I read the final sentence.

“Can I use one of your phones?” I asked.

“Sure.” Lucy reached into her bag and pulled out a phone. She uses Face I.D. to unlock it before she hands it over to me.

I got into her contacts and click onto Dallas’ number, letting it ring as I waited for him to answer.

“How is he?” His voice came through almost instantly.

“Fuck signs.” I tell him.

It’s quite on his end before he cleared his throat and spoke. “Uh, you read my letter?”

“Yeah, and I say fuck signs.”

“Grayson…”

“You should come over.” I say.

He laughed. “I can’t. Your mom will have me arrested.”

“Fine, I’ll come to you.”

“Grayson, you can’t. You have to rest.” He says. “You just got out of hospital.”

“I don’t care.” I tell him.

“Grayson, don’t be an idiot.” He said.

I sighed. “Fine.”

“I’m sorry.” He says. “If you had a phone, it would make things easier.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to get one. And I’ll talk to my mom about this dumbass restraining order.” I tell him. “I promise.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll talk to you later?”

“Okay.” He sounded unsure.

I hang up the phone and hand it back to Lucy. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” She smiled.