It All Started With Hate

langley

My grandmother's nose scrunched with humor as she ran a thumb over my hand with a nod. "Sit back for this one, sunshine. Lots of experimental drugs, and horrid pregnancy scares in this one."

I chuckled, leaning back into the stiff seat. I had been here an abundance of times, but it never grew to be comfortable.

My grandmother was in the hospital under the doctor's care and review. Jax and I wanted to keep her ourselves; we would have been more than willing to wait on our apartment. But, my grandmother wanted us to have our own 'adventures' and to continue on without her. So, after many, many arguments, cursing, and yelling, my grandmother checked her own self in, and we were forced to just go along with her decision.

Either way, Jax and I made sure to visit her so much, she complained about it. She claimed that we were smothering her, but I didn't care. I didn't want to waste anymore moments with her, since I knew that soon, there wouldn't be anymore to waste.

Jax would have been here with me today, but he has a late shift at the bar downtown. I was sure that when I got home, he'd be knocked out on our couch.

As I listened to my grandmother talk about the time she was scammed out of an abortion, I felt my mind clear, despite today's events.

I wasn't sure what I'd do to the mayor's bastard yet, but it'd come soon. I may be petty, but he'd ruined the only source of income I had over it. So, it was only fair to fuck with something of his as well.

I just had to find something that was good enough.

Just as my grandmother got to the part of chocolate beignets, I noticed her voice drift until it fell into nothingness. The medicine usually took effect slower, but she was noticeably growing weaker.

I made sure to cover her fully with the blanket I brought from home. It was the one I knit for her, one that she claimed was her favorite despite it being horrendous, but I made sure to bring it, anyway.

I feathered a kiss to her head, then placed my things back into my bag. It wasn't much: a case of Pringles for her, a deck of cards, and a bottle of Dr Pepper. It was small, but I couldn't have got it in the hospital without a bag.

I hauled the bag up my shoulder, stepping toward the door. I flipped off the lights, then turned to her with a ghost of a smile.

"Love you, grams," I whispered out even though she was long gone. Her snores could be heard all the way to the top of the Eiffel tire.

I shut the door with a soft click, then turned to walk off. Out of the window, I noted the dark undertone. I hadn't checked the time in a while but it should be around seven. Xander was scheduled to get off about now, and should be at his apartment by the time I get there.

I hadn't even asked, but he'd be fine with it. He loved when I came over.

Hell, after today, I deserve some good head.

Xander wasn't spectacular in bed, but he was good enough. Takes a minute, but he usually got me there. I'd take about anything to relieve the incoming headache right now, though. Besides sex, though, Xander was cool.

We met in my chemistry course. Once we were placed as partners, he never failed to make me laugh, and was a sly talker. He didn't match my tongue as I usually preferred, but he was cool. His attitude was genuine and laid back, and normal. That was what I needed. After a couple of hookups and dates, we agreed to take it farther and ever since then, we'd been together.

Ever since then though, it was strange. We didn't fight, or argue much. If anything, he'd give in rather quickly and go with what I said. I sounded fucking insane, but a part of me, for a while, thought that I was genuinely bored. I had contemplated leaving him, but instead toughed it out, and it worked out for the better, I guess. He learned to get a little backbone, and I learned to just be satisfied with what I was given. And, that was a loving, nice boyfriend with a curved cock.