A/N: Hey this is my first Fanfic ever I hope y'all like it! This is a story that I came up with out of nowhere, so umm enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Good Luck Charlie or any of its characters

Turn of events

*Death's door an funerals

[Gabe's P.O.V]

I stared in disbelief…my dad is dead. For a long time I couldn't remove my eyes from the open casket; I just stared. I never thought that he would leave me…not yet, it was too soon! All the jokes that I said to him, I never truly meant them! I mean sure he was a bit over weight but why did he have to die because of it. The doctors said it was a Myocardial Infarction, when I asked what the hell that was, mainly because I am only in 6th grade; they explained that my father had died from a heart attack.

I wish I could take back the last words I said to him. They were stupid, I didn't mean them! [Flashback] We had a fight over me watching The Exorcist (apparently I am not supposed to watch this movie, I understood why after seeing it) I had just seen the movie over at Jo's house and walked into the kitchen a bit distraught. When you watch something like that it stays with you… but I guess my dad noticed and picked up on what I had done. Then before I knew it we were fighting I wanted to prove my point, I was tired of being babied and it seemed like a legitimate point at the time. By the end of the fight I screamed that I hated him and never wanted to see him again, I know "typical teen saying" but I had run out of good comebacks and Teddy said it a hundred times and everything turned out okay in the end…in other words nobody died afterwards. When I stormed out of the kitchen, I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I didn't cry because that's such a girl thing to do, instead I just sulked for a while. Little did I know that my dad was having really hard time breathing downstairs. Honestly, now that I look back and remember, while we were fighting my dad seemed sweaty and almost as if he were in pain, albeit dad was always a bit sweaty but this was different. But of course I didn't pay any attention I was too concerned about getting my damn point across that I couldn't see the events playing out in front of me. Everything happened so fast in the next few moments that I could hardly comprehend it. I heard a scream from downstairs so I ran from my room straight to kitchen, burst open the door and saw Teddy on the floor screaming and yelling at me to call 911. I didn't understand until I saw my father in agony by her side clutching his chest and suffering from convulsions. I immediately dialed 911 however when they picked up the words were there in my head but couldn't escape my lips, I stuttered and Teddy ripped the phone from me and frantically told them what was happening. The whole time I probably looked like an idiot because I just stared, my body wouldn't move! I stared at my father screaming on the floor, I had never seen him look so helpless…his bulged blue eyes stared intensely into my own, before I knew it I found myself crying and wanting nothing more than to make his pain stop! Then I lost it, I subconsciously found myself on the floor and watching these men in uniforms take my father away from the kitchen, the house and me. I found myself screaming and yelling for them to give him back; I had one of the men by his feet but then arms wrapped around me and ripped my hands free of his leg. I tried with all my might trying to get out of these arms but it was to no avail. So I just sat there screaming, crying and yelling words that made no sense, after a while I decided to seek comfort from the arms that still had a strong grip on me; so I turned around, locked my arms around their neck and cried into their shoulder.

My brother rushed home from work after he found out what had happened, he ran straight into the kitchen and found me and teddy still wrapped in each other's arms crying. He immediately dropped down to his knees and put his own arms around both of us and cried with us. P.J then looked at Teddy and told her something and she left my side, that's when my heart began to race. All that went through my mind was that she left me, just like my dad, she left me. P.J still had his arms protectively around me and I felt safe but it wasn't enough I needed my sister. I snapped back to conscious when he said, "Hey, Gabe what's wrong, you're scaring me dude, stop it!" I didn't understand why he was saying this until I realized that I was crying, shaking and breathing really hard. I tried to calm myself down but nothing was working, until Teddy came back in with Charlie in her arms; I suddenly felt okay again, like the world could go on…then it clicked, she was there with me the whole time, by my side when my dad was having his heart attack. A new bond had formed between us; we understood what the other had gone through. I couldn't see it yet but teddy played a huge role in my future, she would be maternal figure, my best friend and my protector. As we piled into P.J's car and headed for the hospital; I wondered if I could even walk through that kitchen again without seeing my father on the floor, writhe with pain.

[Teddy's P.O.V]

I sat beside Gabe with Charlie in my lap, for some reason I did not want to leave his side. I felt a very strong urge to protect him from what would happen. I looked towards him and he was just staring out the window with a blank expression on his face, I put my hand on his arm comfortingly and his head turned to face mine. When I looked into his big brown eyes…there was so much sorrow in them that I became scared. I told him that everything was going to be alright, everything always was. Even though I didn't believe a word I was saying, not even for a second, I had to make him feel better…I just had to. We arrived at the hospital in no amount of time; I was honestly surprised we did not get caught by the cops. When we walked in the emergency doors and asked for Bob Duncan, the woman at the desk told us that he was still in one of the rooms and that we could not see him right now. I quickly grasped Gabe's hand and stood closer to P.J; I then took the initiative and asked for our mom. The woman then said she will call her right down just wait one minute. We walked over to the waiting area and sat down, when I looked up our mom was running down the hall and within minutes had her arms wrapped around all four of us. My mom said that dad wasn't doing too well, but that our best bet was to pray. My mother was never really the religious type but I guess when worst comes to worst you always need something to believe in. So we waited and waited, I played with Charlie and tried to talk to Gabe but he wasn't really talking back so I just made conversation with P.J and my mom. Then a doctor was coming down the hallway, we all stood up almost simultaneously and he looked at us. My heart was racing, P.J grabbed my shoulders and I took Gabe into my arms while mom held Charlie…and the doctor still looked at us, my heart was breaking for I already knew what he was going to say. "I am sorry", he started with, "we tried everything…he was just too far gone, I truly am sorry for your loss." And with that he walked away. I felt my little brother collapse to the floor and I went with him, just like at the house I wrapped my arms protectively around him and tried my best to comfort him but the pain was consuming me too. P.J and my mother joined us a few moments later and we cried for what seemed like hours. In these moments I wanted nothing more than to be Charlie, for she would not remember a damn thing about this later on. She wouldn't know the pain that we all went through, she did not understand why her father would not be home to take care of her anymore. She would just know that she lost her father at the age of 2 and that her family would be forever changed because of it. [End of flashback]

[Gabe's P.O.V]

(Back at the wake)

While standing there by his lifeless body I whispered to him, "Why did you have to leave us…mom is so different now…she hasn't smiled since the day you died", "I just wanted to let you know, that I am sorry, I feel like it is my fault that your dead…maybe if I wasn't such an idiot for picking a fight with y..y...you'd still be alive!" I wanted him to answer me, to tell me that everything was going to be okay…but I knew my stupid childish hopes would never come true, that my father would never come back. I walked away, unable to bear the pain anymore and just sat by the stairs in the funeral house. Teddy came and sat beside me a few moments later, I guess she noticed that I wasn't in the room anymore. "Hey," she said softly. "Hey", I said "why did you leave the room, you know mom needs you to watch Charlie."

She simply said, "Yeah, I know but I figured that you might need me more…I heard you in there. Gabe, you know I understand how you feel, if you want to talk about it I'll listen and try to help." The end was a tad rushed because she knew that I would normally cut her off, but instead I said indifferently, "There is really nothing to talk about, dad is dead, and that's that." I know I came off harsh, her flinch said everything without words. But I really just wanted to be alone at the moment.

"Gabe I know, trust me, I know how you're feeling right now; lost, scared, confused and in pain cause I am feeling the same things you are feeling and so are mom and P.J." she said almost as if she were in physical pain.

"I know…I know… but," I stuttered for a moment knowing that this is what was paining me the most, "at least you didn't kill him…"

Obviously taken aback she said "Wait, what…Gabe you didn't kill dad…he had been like that all day the doctors said…"

Cutting her off, I said angrily, "I know what the doctors said, but I was the reason that he collapsed, I sped up his heart, I raised his blood pressure…I killed him over a stupid, god damn, movie…!" shaking and feeling guilty I ran out of the funeral home leaving Teddy standing there, simply speechless. I didn't run far, because there really was no place to go, but there was no way in hell I was going back… I just couldn't listen to them anymore. I am sorry for your loss…what the heck am I supposed to say to that, thanks? Really, I am not thankful that you're sorry, I really could care less! Even Ms. Dabeney said, "I am truly sorry for your loss Gabe" I honestly didn't know what to say so I said thanks; it's what everyone in the movies say so I figured that is what I was supposed to say. I had been sitting outside for what seemed like a long time, when I started to see people filing out of the home I knew that it was time. We were headed for the burial, god…I didn't want to go… I couldn't go!

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