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What He Doesn't Know Will Hurt Him Anyway Chapter Four

The drive over to the hospital seemed so long to Finney. All he could see was the high flames that charred his former home, and his mom who was fighting for oxygen when he found her. He felt so guilty too. He had told her before he left for the day that he'd be there and he wouldn't let anything happen, and she almost died. What pained him the most was the fact that he had no idea who was doing this, or why for that matter. It was always so scary when there was no known motive.

They finally got to the hospital and Finney helped the medics unload his mother and wheel her into the ER. He was very thankful that she was going to be okay, things could've gone a lot worse than they did. They took her to exam room one and he followed, despite the fact that he seemed like he was in the way.

"She's going to be okay Finney, go wait outside." Proctor gave him a small push towards the door as they placed an oxygen mask on her face and began to work on the abrasion on her forehead.

He stood and stared for a moment longer, then finally was able to move his legs back out into the open. There stood the people he didn't want to see at the moment. Grace, Ty, and Carlos all looked at him, each uncertain as to how to act towards him.

"Hey man, is there anything we can do?" Ty asked, approaching him.

Before Finney could even respond Bryce and Jena came through the ER doors, each one of them wide eyed from fear; both of them had many questions. Ty backed off, knowing not to interfere with the family.

"Give me your radio, I'll check you out." Ty reached for it.

"Thanks Davis." Finney said quietly as he took his siblings to the side, dreading the whole conversation that he'd soon have to start with them.

"Where's mom at?" Bryce asked as they sat down in a waiting room.

Finney ran his hands over his face, knowing he couldn't avoid it any longer. "She's being taken care of right now. You can see her in a little bit." He paused as he stood up, pacing back and forth. He could barely look at his brother and sister, and he wasn't even sure why. He just felt like it was his entire fault why everything was happening to them.

"What's wrong Brendan?" Jena could tell that her older brother had a lot on his mind.

"We need to talk. There's some things you guys need to know that I've been keeping from you. I didn't think it'd get this bad but I was wrong yet again." He licked his lips as he tried to read their facial expressions but they just stared, both of them still in awe. "There's some people trying to hurt me, and I think that they are targeting mom to get to me. They have to do with the fire tonight too."

Jena gasped in, Finney expected that though. She was always so tender hearted. "What do you mean, hurting you?"

"I'll let you know when I know. But we'll get them soon, this will all stop."

Bryce was a lot like Finney, had a quick temper and was pretty strong. "Where the hell are we supposed to stay while mom's in the hospital? We don't even have a house anymore."

"You are going to stay with mom's sister. I think they'll only hold mom in the hospital overnight anyway. I've already called her, she's.." Before he finished that sentence there stood their aunt.

"Let's go say hi to your mother and get you home." She nodded towards Brendan and walked them over to her exam room.

"I'll see you guys later," Finney said, watching as they walked off. It was going to be a long night for him. He was scared for his siblings, he almost wanted to stay with them to watch them but he felt he'd lead whoever was doing this right to them. Maybe they'd be safe there, in an unknown place that the nuisance didn't know about. He stood up, walking back out, thankful to see everyone gone.

He was caught off guard when Grace came out of the coffee room. He wasn't ready to face her, but there was no getting away from her now, without making it obvious.

"Brendan.." She was still leery of talking to him after his blow up with her back at the fire.

He slowly looked her way. "Hey Grace." He kept his voice low, feeling awkward for the first time around his girlfriend.

"You headed home?"

"Yeah, I need to take a shower, get this suit off of me."

She nodded and remained silent. He was so hard to read sometimes, so she wasn't sure if he was still mad at her or not. She didn't blame him though, he had a rough night and she just needed to give him distance. She began to walk off when she felt his hand on her arm, turning her around to face him.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

A small smile crept across her lips, she was so happy to hear an apology though it wasn't necessary. "No need to say sorry. I should've gave you space. Go home, get some rest." With that she walked off, leaving him alone like he had wanted.


Finney really dreaded taking the subway home, but he had walked to work earlier and the hospital really wasn't walking distance from his house like the precinct was. He walked down the steps, entering the subway station beneath the city streets of New York. The musty smell hit him like a brick wall, but he was used to it. Subways had smelt like that since he could remember, from being closed up with not very good ventilation systems.

For some reason the subway always made him uneasy. He used them quite a bit when he didn't feel like driving, but it always made his imagination take over. Shady figures made him think, what is this person's story? Why are they the way they are? Not like it was any of his business but he still wondered.

He found the track he needed to wait by, placing the edge of his feet on the large yellow line, the line that warned you if you got any closer the train was more than likely going to push you back from it's speed. The smell of burning rubber could be smelt from the train breaks as they came to screeching halts, the echo of them could be heard throughout the walls, piercing through Finney's mind. He quickly jumped on, hearing the ding from the overhead speakers, warning oncoming passengers to get on; the train was about to take off.

He found a seat right by the door, he wasn't sure why but he felt like he needed to get off of this train as fast as he could. Every person in the same car as him looked suspicious, but what could you expect? It was midnight and he was going to be paranoid because of his whole situation. He leaned his head against the back window; scared to even close his eyes for fear that someone would come and snatch him up. Thankfully his stop was the next one, so he stood up, gripping the metal bars to brace his balance as the subway sped on, finally coming to a stop right around the corner from where his apartment was.

He was the first one off, walking up the stairs and back out onto the streets where the cool night air hit his body. It was cloudy so none of the stars could be seen, not like you could see many anyway with the way the city was lit up.

Finney couldn't help but continue to look over his shoulder. His apartment building was just a few steps away, but it seemed like miles. He bumped into someone as he walked, brushing shoulders with the perfect stranger.

"Watch it asshole!" The man said, glaring at Finney.

Finney nodded his head but didn't say anything, as he finally made it to the front door. He swung it open quickly, nearly running to the nearest elevator. Then he paused as he waited for the elevator to make its way down to him. The last experience he had on an elevator wasn't good, so he found the door to the stairway. His apartment was on the 7th floor but he didn't care. A little exercise never hurt anyone. He took the steps two at a time. Finney never realized it before but the stairwell was a creepy place since hardly anyone used them anymore.

He took in a deep breath as he made it to his exit. A few sweat trickles formed on his forehead and he quickly wiped them away. Grabbing for his keys, he tried sticking the house key in but his hands were trembling to the point where he couldn't even control it, and he dropped them on the floor with a loud clank. Shaking his head, he reached for them, when someone's foot got to them first, covering them up.

Finney's heart began to beat out of his chest as he looked up, seeing a familiar face. It was the man in the elevator that claimed to be a salesman. The same man that nearly ran over him in the middle of the street also. He backed away, not sure what to do.

"Hello Junior." The man flashed a cocky smile, exposing his stained teeth. "I can see you've been expecting me."

Finney swallowed as more sweat formed on his face and neck. The look in his face was like a deer caught in the headlights. He was that scared, though he didn't want to show it. "You aren't too smart." 'Dammit, why did I have to say that?' He thought to himself. His mouth always got him into trouble.

"Oh really, why is that kid?"

"Why are you messing with me and my family?" That statement came out way shakier than he anticipated it to.

"Even in death your father's sins come back to bite people in the ass."

Finney cocked his eyebrow, not exactly sure what the stranger meant by that. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

The man folded his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall, giving out a cocky laugh. "You are smart Junior. You know what kind of man your father was."

Finney gritted his teeth, looking the man up and down. "Well, now I know exactly what you look like. You think it's smart that you have revealed yourself?"

"That doesn't matter. You won't find me. You'll be dead soon enough." The man then stood up to Finney. Finney stood his ground, knowing that would probably be a mistake, the man was much bigger than him and probably a lot more strong but he was never one to back down.

The man cracked his knuckles, the same arrogant look remained on his face. He quickly swung at Finney, but he was quick to react, ducking away from it. He was able to gain enough ground, pushing the man over but the man was quicker than he thought, side swiping Finney to the ground where the man sent repeated kicks to Finney's stomach.

Pain shot through Finney's body from each blow that it encountered. He tried fighting back, but the man overtook him quickly. He was able to get a few good hits in but for the most part he was growing weak as the man continued to inflict pain any way he could on Finney. He felt blood begin to pour from his nose and mouth as the man backhanded him. Finney had been in his share of fights but this was bad. His vision began to grow black. He felt his body suddenly shut down, as he grew motionless on the floor.

The man stood up, staring down at him. "Yeah, and who is stupid in this situation?" He said as if Finney could hear him. He gave his body one last light kick as he walked past, leaving Finney there, face down, in his own pool of blood with no one there to help until the morning when his neighbors would be awake to discover him.


Grace rolled over in her bed, unable to sleep. She could hear the rain hitting her window hard, as well as the thunder that boomed through her apartment. She glanced at the clock, it was 12:45, and the night seemed to be crawling by. She buried her head under the covers, deep into her pillows. She couldn't help but think about Finney and all of the hell he was going through. She didn't know the whole story behind it, but evidently it was serious when his mother's house got burned down. She hated seeing him like that. He was so on edge, and his mood changed with the drop of a hat but of course she didn't blame him.

She reached for her phone, staring at it as if it were some foreign object. She was having a debate in her head on whether or not to call him. He was usually a night owl so he'd probably still be up, but since he had such a short fuse lately she didn't want to piss him off more. She had a feeling though, like something was terribly wrong. She was always told to go with your gut instinct, that nearly all of the time it was right so she dialed his number and waited as the other end rang. After a few rings his voicemail picked up, and she quickly shut the face of her phone, sitting up in bed.

Maybe he just didn't want to talk right now. That didn't ease her mind though, for some reason her gut was screaming at her, telling her that something was going wrong. She slowly got out of bed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. Walking into her bathroom she saw how tired she looked, but she wasn't preparing herself for a beauty contest and quite frankly she didn't care if Finney saw her this way.

She put on a T-shirt and jeans and grabbed her keys, hurrying out the door. She made it to Finney's house in no time, but he only lived about 10 blocks from her anyway. Thankfully his apartment building didn't have a doorman, so she went in, going on the elevator that Finney previously was scared to get on. It seemed like ages as the elevator edged it's way from floor to floor, and her patience was wearing extremely thin. Finally, the 7th floor light flickered on and she exited, making a beeline towards his door.

She blinked, seeing a body on the floor near his home. Was it just her imagination? She hurried her stride as she got closer, only to realize that it was Finney.

"Oh my God, Finney!" Her instincts didn't fail her; she was glad she had came. "Brendan, can you hear me?" She leaned down, trying to feel if he was breathing, and thankfully he was. She watched his eyes, but there was no evidence that he'd be waking up, so she grabbed her phone, dialing 911. She'd drive him herself but it was always better to get a bus.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah, I need an ambulance. My boyfriend has been beaten up. Lacerations to the face and he's unconscious. I'm at the Oak Grove apartment building on 44th." She looked down at Finney who was still out of it; the blood on his face began to cake heavily. She tried to wait as patiently as she could, but it seemed like years before the ambulance arrived, scooping Finney up, preparing everything needed for the hospital.

"You found him like this?" The unknown medic asked Grace as they lifted his backboard towards the elevator.

"Yeah." She had a blank stare across her face as she followed them. Whoever was doing this to his family was serious, and needed to be stopped soon before someone ended up dead. Their luck would eventually run out.


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