Gordo woke up with an IV hooked up to his left arm, a bandage on his head and his mother sitting by his bed, praying. Her eyes were closed and dark circles wear underneath them. All of a sudden Gordo's heart raced as he panicked
"Mom! Miranda!!" He screamed.
His mother jerked her head up and hugged him.
"Owww..." He squealed in pain but was thankful for the embrace.
"Oh my baby, you're ok. They said you wouldn't wake up but you did." She said. " I swear, as god is my witness, I'm never letting you out of my sight again!"
Gordo wasn't sure if it was just the lack of sleep or if it was just a mother thing for her to say.
"Mom, it's all a blur, it's all real, oh mommy..." He sniffled like a child that just fallen off a bike for the first time.
"I know...shhh..." Go back to sleep. Get some rest. I need to inform the doctor that you're awake. The officer is coming by tomorrow." She said thinking out loud.
"What? What officer? What's wrong?" He said as he laid back and let drowsiness over come him. The last thing he heard was her heels clicking out toward the lobby.
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The next morning Gordo awoke with the sun filling the peach colored room. He was still tiered from last night because of nurses poking at him every thirty minutes or more like every time he fell asleep. His mom came in with a bag from McDonald's.
"I saw the stuff they're trying to feed the other patients so I ran out and got you Starbucks and an Egg McMuffin." She set up his tray, turned the TV on to cartoons and ruffled his hair. He sat there dazed watching Sponge Bob like a little kid on Saturdays. Suddenly he remembered last night. Or was it last nigh? How long had he been in the hospital?
A lump gathered at his throat and tears at his eyes. He got ready for news, tried to fight the tears and keep composure.
"Mommy, Miranda's dead. I know she is. I know its my fault." He said as she turned down the tv and started to pace the floor.
"Dear maybe we should wait-" She started but he interrupted.
"No I damn will not!" He knocked the coffee cup across the room spilling the contents out onto the floor. He started crying and covered his face.
"It's ok, it's not your fault." She said and pulled his hands from his face, revealing a red tear streaked face.
"Don't lie. Oh mommy, I miss her!" He hugged his mother as a nurse walked in the room and then ever so quickly back out.
"Sweetie, I'm not going to lie to you. Miranda and Lizzie are dead." She told him looking into his eyes.
"What?? What happened to Lizzie? How?" He felt anger, rage, and sadness so forceful now.
" Well, she and Ethan we're on the way to the dace when the car stalled. Since Ethan's not the brightest crayon in the bunch she popped the hood of the car to see the problem. While she was standing there you and Miranda came around the curb and-" Gordo's mother broke off. She was in shock that two children grew that grew up in front of her eyes were gone and only her sole child was left. Left to face harsh reality.
"Is Ethan ok?" He asked slowly looking to the wall.
"Yes." She choked out.
"Well, at least there's one person I didn't kill." He said sarcastically.
"Honey, shut up. Don't you DARE talk like that." She said seriously.
"What the hell am I supposed to say? I'm sorry I didn't get'em all??" He yelled.
"Excuse me can you keep your voice down?" A nurse poked her head in.
"Excuse me, I just killed my best friend and my girl friend, can you please shut the hell up?" He said and she hurried out.
"DAVID GORDON-" She started.
"Don't you David Gordon me."He said.
His mom called the doctor. Dr. Phyllis, mental health, rushed in. His mother explained how she tried to tell Gordo the news.
"Ma'am, when teens go threw news like this its best to approach the subject in other terms-" She started but pulled Gordo's mom out into the hall.
While Gordo lay there alone in his bed he couldn't help but think. What now? Then fear rushed over him. The officer wanted to see him because he was responsible for the two deaths. He noticed the window had bars. He noticed the bars were there not to keep some one out but to keep some one in. To keep him in.
His mother walked back in with the doctor.
"Gordo, I'm your doctor, Gail Phyllis. I will help you through this rough time and you're staying at St. David's hospital for Juvenile Criminals. My button is number four on the phone so if you need me call me." She said. "Is there anything you need to know right now?"
"Am I, Could I, well...go to the funerals?" He begged with tears in his eyes dripping innocence in droplets.
"Yes, with parental agreements and a police escort. One is on Friday morning and the other Saturday morning." She told him."Would you like a light sedative to help you rest?"
"Yes, please." He said like a child begging for candy.
She walked out to the nurses counter to write down in note of what happened.
"I'm sorry David, I have to ask you this but, Jarvis wants to know your plead. It's due in court by six this evening." She said slowly.
"My plea?" He asked wondering.
"Yes, you're on trial for the vehicular murder. He needs a plea of guilty or not." She told him.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry it took so long. Hope its worth it. Please r&r
thank you to all my loyal readers and reviewers. You don't know how much I appreciate you ALL.
YOUR LORD AND MASTER,
SNUFFLES
"Mom! Miranda!!" He screamed.
His mother jerked her head up and hugged him.
"Owww..." He squealed in pain but was thankful for the embrace.
"Oh my baby, you're ok. They said you wouldn't wake up but you did." She said. " I swear, as god is my witness, I'm never letting you out of my sight again!"
Gordo wasn't sure if it was just the lack of sleep or if it was just a mother thing for her to say.
"Mom, it's all a blur, it's all real, oh mommy..." He sniffled like a child that just fallen off a bike for the first time.
"I know...shhh..." Go back to sleep. Get some rest. I need to inform the doctor that you're awake. The officer is coming by tomorrow." She said thinking out loud.
"What? What officer? What's wrong?" He said as he laid back and let drowsiness over come him. The last thing he heard was her heels clicking out toward the lobby.
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The next morning Gordo awoke with the sun filling the peach colored room. He was still tiered from last night because of nurses poking at him every thirty minutes or more like every time he fell asleep. His mom came in with a bag from McDonald's.
"I saw the stuff they're trying to feed the other patients so I ran out and got you Starbucks and an Egg McMuffin." She set up his tray, turned the TV on to cartoons and ruffled his hair. He sat there dazed watching Sponge Bob like a little kid on Saturdays. Suddenly he remembered last night. Or was it last nigh? How long had he been in the hospital?
A lump gathered at his throat and tears at his eyes. He got ready for news, tried to fight the tears and keep composure.
"Mommy, Miranda's dead. I know she is. I know its my fault." He said as she turned down the tv and started to pace the floor.
"Dear maybe we should wait-" She started but he interrupted.
"No I damn will not!" He knocked the coffee cup across the room spilling the contents out onto the floor. He started crying and covered his face.
"It's ok, it's not your fault." She said and pulled his hands from his face, revealing a red tear streaked face.
"Don't lie. Oh mommy, I miss her!" He hugged his mother as a nurse walked in the room and then ever so quickly back out.
"Sweetie, I'm not going to lie to you. Miranda and Lizzie are dead." She told him looking into his eyes.
"What?? What happened to Lizzie? How?" He felt anger, rage, and sadness so forceful now.
" Well, she and Ethan we're on the way to the dace when the car stalled. Since Ethan's not the brightest crayon in the bunch she popped the hood of the car to see the problem. While she was standing there you and Miranda came around the curb and-" Gordo's mother broke off. She was in shock that two children grew that grew up in front of her eyes were gone and only her sole child was left. Left to face harsh reality.
"Is Ethan ok?" He asked slowly looking to the wall.
"Yes." She choked out.
"Well, at least there's one person I didn't kill." He said sarcastically.
"Honey, shut up. Don't you DARE talk like that." She said seriously.
"What the hell am I supposed to say? I'm sorry I didn't get'em all??" He yelled.
"Excuse me can you keep your voice down?" A nurse poked her head in.
"Excuse me, I just killed my best friend and my girl friend, can you please shut the hell up?" He said and she hurried out.
"DAVID GORDON-" She started.
"Don't you David Gordon me."He said.
His mom called the doctor. Dr. Phyllis, mental health, rushed in. His mother explained how she tried to tell Gordo the news.
"Ma'am, when teens go threw news like this its best to approach the subject in other terms-" She started but pulled Gordo's mom out into the hall.
While Gordo lay there alone in his bed he couldn't help but think. What now? Then fear rushed over him. The officer wanted to see him because he was responsible for the two deaths. He noticed the window had bars. He noticed the bars were there not to keep some one out but to keep some one in. To keep him in.
His mother walked back in with the doctor.
"Gordo, I'm your doctor, Gail Phyllis. I will help you through this rough time and you're staying at St. David's hospital for Juvenile Criminals. My button is number four on the phone so if you need me call me." She said. "Is there anything you need to know right now?"
"Am I, Could I, well...go to the funerals?" He begged with tears in his eyes dripping innocence in droplets.
"Yes, with parental agreements and a police escort. One is on Friday morning and the other Saturday morning." She told him."Would you like a light sedative to help you rest?"
"Yes, please." He said like a child begging for candy.
She walked out to the nurses counter to write down in note of what happened.
"I'm sorry David, I have to ask you this but, Jarvis wants to know your plead. It's due in court by six this evening." She said slowly.
"My plea?" He asked wondering.
"Yes, you're on trial for the vehicular murder. He needs a plea of guilty or not." She told him.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry it took so long. Hope its worth it. Please r&r
thank you to all my loyal readers and reviewers. You don't know how much I appreciate you ALL.
YOUR LORD AND MASTER,
SNUFFLES