Chapter 146 - Saving Her

Lance. 

Brad's Diary (Journal)

Dad had a talk with me today. He tried to talk to me about mom. He said there are some things that I wouldn't understand. I don't believe him. I have seen him talk to her. you don't talk to someone that you love that way. You don't grab them, you don't yell. He hasn't handled her in a way that lets me know that he loves her.

Mom is still always in bed. She is still in the funk he put her in. I am pretty sure he is poisoning her. it is killing her slowly. It might not seem that way. No one else seems suspicious but I see everything. I am small enough to hide in all the corners of the house. I want to help her.

Last night was the first time I did something. I saw him put the medicine in her cup. I knew what was next. He would fill the glass up with juice and slip the drink in. He always did that but luckily for me today, he had a call. This was my chance. I could change the glass. Make sure that he didn't poison her. I changed the glasses. I feel so accomplished. If I keep changing the glasses. I would end up saving her.

He wouldn't get the chance to kill her.

I close the book as Jack and Patrick try to whisper outside the room.

I heard them arguing all night. They were at it all night. I don't know what they were fighting about but it seems intense. Considering they just got together. I don't want to be in the middle of it all.

Makes staying here very awkward for me.

Mom calls me again. She said she wanted to see me. I don't know how I feel about seeing her with all that is happening but I can't also stay in Patrick's house forever. I don't even know how long until I will get to be with him again.

"Sure mom, I will come home,'' I tell her. At this point, I am exhausted. I don't know what else to do. Everything seems pointless. Like no matter how hard I try or push. It will only go the way it wants to go.

"Can you just give me a chance? Let's talk about things properly?'' she breathes into the phone. It baffles me that after everything all she cares about is making things right with me. She might love john but to me, she has been more focused on getting things right between us. Maybe I misjudged her and I should give her a chance. There is nothing else I can do. It's just been two days, and it feels like an eternity. I feel like I will eventually never get the chance to see him.

It doesn't feel like we are winning.

"What could possibly make this right,'' I ask her, wanting to know what she thinks will make things right between us.

"I don't know what I could possibly say or do. All I know is there are some things on my mind. I don't know what to believe anymore. Just come home,'' she pleads the desperation obvious in the tone of her voice.

She is talking about John's house. That will never be my home. I will never belong there. No matter what she thinks.

"I am not going back there,'' I reply to her.

She sighs into the phone "I need you by my side. I can't deal with all this alone.''

Neither can I but the only person I need i,s Ford. He is the only one that can make all this alright again. This is all my fault, everything that is happening is all on me.

"I can't. Not right now.''

"I went to see him.''

I freeze at her words. She is talking about Ford. So, she went to see him. Why did she go and what is the conclusion?

"And?''

"I don't know. He looks terrible, he said so many things that are giving me doubts.''

"What doubts?''

She sighs "Come home lance. Let's talk about it.''

"I am not coming home, mom. I don't have a home with John,'' I tell her. I wish she would just listen to me. Understand how I feel about this whole thing.

"Can we meet up? For dinner. Talk about everything?'' she settles for knowing full well that I won't go back to his mansion. I know that I can't stay in Patrick's house any longer. So, I will go back to my apartment for now. I still haven't heard a word from Elliot. Everyone is basically ghosting me now. Maybe he is dealing with this in his own way.

"Sure,'' I agree because the more I refuse her, the more she insists.

"Okay, I will pick you up by seven,'' I can just imagine her smiling.

After I end the call, another call comes in. it is from an unknown number. My mind immediately goes to Ford. He has to be the one.

"Hello,'' I answer the phone immediately.

"Lance, it is Elliot. I just called to update you on things.''

He gave me his number. This is a different number "What happened to your phone?'' I ask him curious to know what is happening.

"It's dead. I am going back home,'' he informs me. It seems like he hasn't done anything. What does that even mean?

"What about Ford?'' I ask.

"My grandfather is sorting it out. I don't think you have to worry about anything anymore. He is around."

Uncle Max?

Okay

Suddenly this seems like progress.

Right?

"Is he going to talk to John? Is Ford getting out?" I ramble him with questions even though it seems like he doesn't know anything at the moment.

"I don't know. He came in last night. I think he had a talk with uncle John. I don't know the verdict though."

Like I said. He doesn't know shit.

I don't even know this uncle Max. could he possibly help Ford or is he just another family member that just wants to control him.

It seems like his family is pretty much controlling.

How do you lock someone against their will? The same way his father controlled his mom, he is doing the same thing to him and he literally is all alone. He has always been alone in his struggles but now he has me.

Once I wait for this Uncle Max to get him out, if he doesn't, I will break him out of the hell hole he is in. I won't just sit back and let all this harm fall on him.

"Are they going to let us see him again?''

"Uncle John doesn't think frequent visits are a good idea. He said right now, Brad is in a state of paranoia. He doesn't want us filling his head with words that will keep him in that state.''

I roll my eyes. Uncle John and his bullshit "You actually believe the shit he is spewing?'' I ask.

"I don't know what I believe anymore. The whole thing is confusing as fuck. The man sounds like he genuinely cares about his son. I don't even know what to believe anymore.''

I can see that he is being pulled to the dark side. As each day goes by, it seems like I would have to do this on my own. His grand-uncle doesn't seem like the savior I thought he would be.

A knock comes from the door, which gets me out of the conversation "I got to go, man,'' I tell Elliot. He is of no use to me anymore. The fact that he is slipping to the other side just scares the crap out of me. In the span of a couple of hours, John has succeeded in confusing him enough to not know which side to be on.

What if he does the same to Uncle Max?

"It was really nice meeting you; I hope we see each other in a normal setting sometime in the future.''

I doubt that but I agree with him as Jack walks into the room. He has a frown on his face. Probably from all the fighting with Patrick.

"What is up with you?'' I ask him immediately.

Maybe getting my mind off my own problems will help me.

"Long story that I don't even want to talk about. What happening with you?'' he asks, jumping unto the bed.

I stand up from the bed "It seems like I might have to break him out of the hospital.'' I tell him, as I put the book back in my bag. I will read it all before the end of the day. Reading it just makes me sad. I don't like to imagine how lonely he was. The things he went through.

"Really? Has it come to that?''

I nod "That place is like a prison…the memorial hospital is pretty tight in security,'' I lay out all my thoughts to him because jack is the only person, I can really talk to about all this. I have been thinking about it for a while. It might have to come to that and I need to be prepared.

"The memorial hospital?" he blinks.

I nod.

"Eren's cousin works as a nurse there. Breaking in might not be so hard.''

Holy shit.