Rick and Diane
When Morty and Summer want to learn about their grandmother Diane and Rick refuses to tell them anything, they take matters into their own hands.
Rick S. ,Diane, Hurt/Comfort, Family, rated M for dark themes
Chapter.1
Who Was She
Morty's POV
Summer and I know all our family members and have met them several times. All except one, that would be our grandma Diane. Summer and I know that Rick left her and mom long time ago and want to know more about her, but dad never met her and mom doesn't remember her. Great, so if we want to know we have to ask Rick and knowing that Diane was his wife might result in a very bad emotional rage. What other choice do we have though?
Summer and I hesitated but knocked on the garage door. "What", we heard from the other side, we opened the door and slowly stepped inside. "Rick, um can S-Summer and I ask you something", I asked already getting an uneasy feeling in my chest. "I'm very busy Morty, as you can tell", Rick said waving his hand towards us lazily without even looking at us. "Come on Grandpa Rick, we really wanna know", Summer said. She has no idea what she's getting us into. "Shit, fine, what", Rick said turning around. He looked very irritated. "Ask before I make you leave me alone", Rick growled, he clearly wasn't in a good mood. "Grandpa Rick, we wanted to know more about grandma Diane, we know you've told us she was a sweet person, you met her in high school, and you supposedly left her when mom was very young", Summer said then gasped, "were you and grandma Diane high school sweethearts that's so romantic", Summer asked getting more excited second by second. Rick stared at her for a minute and closed his eyes and sighed, "yes, we were and that's it", Rick said and turned around getting back to what he was working on. I frowned and heard him take a shuddering breath and saw his fingers start tapping a rhythm to Summer and I at the moment thought nothing of it, though this rhythm was something our grandpa kept locked away tightly in the deepest part of his heart.
Summers POV
"Geez, what's with grandpa, that was kinda rude", I asked, "aw Summer, don't be like that, I mean Diane was his wife", Morty sighed. He had a good point but grandpa Rick didn't have to be like that. He was being mean when we walked in and he just got worse when we asked about grandma Diane. Maybe later he'll have cooled down.
Ricks POV
I was really mean to the kids. I didn't mean to but today was a hard day for me considering what happened at this date, "January, Friday the 8th", I sighed and looked at my calendar. I rubbed the back of my neck and let tears start to fall. "I'll never forgive you for what you did", I said under my breath. I told my grandkids about their grandmother but I never told them about their great uncle, I never told Beth either and Diane swore to me she'd never tell anyone about him. His name was Erin Sanchez, my little brother who's life was taken away by my dad. Today was the anniversary of his death. I put down my tools and went inside up to my room not seeing the kids. I shuffled through one of my desk drawers and found a photo. I remember this day. This is my routine on this day. Work then mourn my brother. The picture was of me and Erin out at the lake I was helping him reel in a fish, Diane took the picture for me, I remembered that black hoodie I wore back then and that dark blue turtleneck. I closed my eyes at the painful memories and automatically grabbed at my wrist feeling the bumps of rubber bands.
My eyes snapped open at a voice. "Dad", I heard at my door. I looked and saw Beth. "Hey, so um, Morty and Summer said you got mad at them and Morty is stuttering more than usual", Beth said, "oh, yeah I was kinda rude to them earlier, they asked me about your mom", I said quickly hiding the picture. "Oh dad, they shouldn't ask, they know how you get about this, I'll talk to them", Beth frowned, "Beth, it's ok sweetie, I just don't want to talk about Diane today" I never talk about her. I sighed and collapsed on my bed, "Beth, can you please shut my door", I held my tears till I heard the bedroom door shut and buried my face in my pillow ending up falling asleep until there was a knock and Morty's soft voice calling me for dinner. Time to fake a smile.