*Thank-you for the reviews on the last chapter. They were greatly appreciated. And yes I will be doing a sequel to this story. Thank-you so much*
I run into the hospital with fear of something happening to my mom. We may not be the best of friends but at the end of the day she is the woman that gave birth to me and did her best to give me a good life even if it wasn't that good it could have been a lot worse than it was. She's my mom and I love her. I run over to the receptionist desk. "I'm here for Ellis Grayson," I say out of breath.
"Okay," says the receptionist before she picks up the phone and speaks into it. "All right I will tell him," she says before she hangs up the phone. "They'll be down in a minute," she says.
"Okay," I say before I start to pace in the waiting room waiting for someone to come down to see me. My heart stops as I see two officers walking toward the receptionist desk. They stop and talk to the girl sitting at the desk, she points to me and they nod before making their way over to me. I start to fear the worst.
"Dean Ambrose?" asks one of the officers.
"Yes? Is my mom okay?" I ask.
"I'm Officer Hill we talked on the phone," he says, "your mom suffered a severe assault. There was a domestic disturbance called in by a neighbor. They heard screaming and yelling then heard glass breaking and lots of loud noises. When we showed up your mother Ellis Grayson was unconscious."
"What happened?"
"She had multiple stab wounds and she had a cut on her head according to the doctor she has experienced severe head trauma. She is in the ICU right now."
"Who did this to her?' I ask with tears in my eyes. "Do you know who did this to her?"
"We believe it was her boyfriend Mack Ryan," he says, "We have him in police custody. When we found him he was covered in blood and it looks like your mom put up a fight because he was scratched up."
"I hope that fucker rots in jail," I say, "Can I see my mom? I want to see her."
"We need to talk to the doctor but we need to ask you is there anything that could have triggered this assault?"
"I have no idea Mack is an asshole. He doesn't have to have a reason to attack anyone. I haven't seen my mom for months. I can't answer that. Just know that getting Mack off the street is the best thing for society. I want to see my mom."
"All right, Mr. Ambrose," says Officer Hill. "We'll take you to her."
"Thank-you," I say as they lead me to the Intensive Care Unit so I can see my mom. I am filled with a deep sadness as we get closer to the ICU. I start to regret that I wanted my mom out of my life and I start to regret that I haven't talked to her for so long. I should have been there to protect her. I should have been there to keep her safe. If I was there Mack wouldn't have touched her. I should have protected her better.
"Dean," says a man dressed in a white coat over a pair of scrubs. "I'm Dr. James. I am the doctor on your mother's case."
I shake his hand. "Is she okay?" I ask.
"She suffered severe head trauma and after speaking to the neurologist the damage done is irreversible. There's not much that we can do for her. I'm sorry."
"Are you telling me she's going to die?"
"She's only being kept alive by life support at the moment once the tube is removed she's not going to be able to breathe on her own or do anything on her own. Her brain suffered a significant amount of damage and it will never function again."
Tears fall from my eyes at the news. "How long is she going to be hooked up on life support?"
"That's your decision, Mr. Ambrose. You make the call but I'm telling you that there is no chance of a recovery. She will never be able to function due to the brain damage and head trauma she suffered. I'm sorry."
"So you're telling me there's no point on keeping her on life support and hoping for a miracle because she won't have a functioning brain?"
"Yes," he says, "That's what I'm saying."
"I want a few minutes with my mom and then I'll decide what I want to do."
"Okay," he says, "take the time that you need."
"Thank-you," I say wiping the tears from my eyes before I make my way into my mom's room. The sight takes the breath out of me and more tears form in my eyes as I look at my mom lying lifelessly in the bed hooked up to tubes and wires. Her face bruising and swelling from the assault, her head wrapped and her stab wounds visible my heart tears into pieces as I see her so helplessly lying there. I walk over to her and sit next to her as I break down into heavy sobs. I lay my head down on the bed next to her and cry. I should have been there to keep her safe. I should have protected her. I should have been there to stop Mack. I blame myself for not being there. I sit up after crying for a while and look at my mom. I run my hand through her blonde hair thinking about all the times I braided it for her and did her hair for her after she had a drinking binge or was coming down from a high. I think of all the times I made her dinner or breakfast even if it wasn't much I wanted to take care of her in her toughest times. I'm not mad at her. She had problems. She has problems. I was one of the only people she had left on this Earth and when she needed me most I wasn't there. "I'm sorry," I say to her as I take her hand into mine. "I'm sorry, Mom. I should have been there but I wasn't. I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm here now. The doctor is saying that you're never going to recover and they are giving me this tough choice that I'm not sure I am ready to make. I know we have had our issues in the last few months and I wish I could go back and change that. I feel horrible for not talking to you in the last few months. I wanted you out of my life but not this way. I always had hope that you would clean up and sober up find out you are worth way more than what Mack makes you feel like you are. You are an amazing woman. You have had your problems, hell I've had my problems but I got passed them. You may not have been the best mom in the world but you tried. You were there for me when no one else was. You did your best to take care of me and did your best to give me a good life. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either. I love you, Mom. I want you to be around for Natalia. I want Natalia to know you and I want you to know her too. She's awesome, Mom. I thought that getting Ana pregnant at 17 was a mistake. You always told me that if I got a girl pregnant there wouldn't be anything out there for me but there is. I have my GED and I am training to be a wrestler. I am trying my best to give Ana and Natalia the lives they deserve. I love being a father more than anything in this world. You would be proud of me. I've changed a lot since I went to Juvi. I just want to be a good example for Natalia. You would love her, Mom. She's beautiful. She's absolutely beautiful and she's so smart too. She's always happy and smiling. I love her. She's just great," I say with a smile as I wipe the tears from my eyes. "I love you, Mom," I say. "You didn't deserve this. You never deserved this. You were so much better than this. I know you were. You are better than this. I don't want to let you go. I should have talked to you more. I'm sorry, Mom that I wasn't there to talk to you or there to help you. I love you mom," I say before I break down into sobs again.
*15 years Earlier*
Mommy is lying on the couch crying. I can't find my daddy. Where is my daddy? I waited by the window for my daddy all night and all day. He left to go to the store but he never came back. Where's my daddy? Why is mommy crying? I want to cry too. I want my daddy. I look out the window with my blue eyes and don't see him. I see the street and bad guys on the street but I don't see my daddy. He is supposed to play legos with me and build a bridge with me. He's supposed to play with me and have me ride my bike. Where is my daddy? I climb out of the window holding onto my blue blanket, holding it tight to me as I walk over to mommy. Mommy was drinking her adult drinks again. I see the bottles on the table. 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 bottles. "Mommy," I say as I shake her. "Mommy."
"What?" she asks me her blue eyes are wet and her cheeks are wet. "Jon, what do you need?"
"I want daddy! Where is daddy?" I ask hugging my blue blanket.
"Jon," she says as she sits up on the couch. She picks me up and puts me in her lap. "Daddy isn't coming home. Daddy went away."
"Where did he go?" I ask.
"Daddy went to be someone," she says. "He isn't coming back."
"Why?"
"I don't know, Jon, I wish I could tell you why but don't worry about it. We're going to be just fine you know why?"
"Why, Mommy?" I ask as I hug her tightly.
"Because I love you, Jon and I am going to give you the best. I'm going to give you the best life that I can. I love you so much. It's you and me now but I promise I am not going to let you down. You will always have me, Dean," she says. "I'm going to call you, Dean okay?"
"Okay, Mommy," I say. "I miss Daddy."
"I miss him too," she says hugging me tight. "I miss him too but I promise we are going to be okay. I'm going to get a job and we're going to be okay. I love you, Dean. You are my entire world. You are what I have left. You mean everything to me."
"I love you, Mommy," I say as I kiss her cheek. "You and me?"
"You and me forever," she says with a smile. Mommy is so pretty when she smiles. I like when she smiles. "Do you want to play with legos?"
"Yes, Mommy," I say with a smile, "legos! Can we build a bridge?"
"We can build whatever you want," she says with a smile. "It's all about you, Dean. We're going to be okay. I promise." She kisses my cheek before I kiss her cheek. "I love you! One day, Dean, you're going to be a big boy and you're going to make mommy proud. I know you will. If I don't become anything, Dean, I want you to become something, someone, everything. I want you to be able to find a woman you will love your whole life someone that makes you see the good in life, someone that will make you happy and someone that will keep you straight. And one day you're going to be a daddy too and I know you're going to be an amazing daddy because you do so well helping take care of mommy. I love you, Dean and I know you're going to make me proud one day. I know you will," she says with a smile before we sit on the floor to play with legos.
Memories of my mom trying to make my life special trying to give me the world flood back to me, she did everything she could to be a good mom but when you feel the way she does you can't give the world, you can't make yourself better if you don't feel like you deserve to be better. My mom had problems, she was an alcoholic, she was a drug addict but she never stopped loving me. She loved me every day of my life and all she ever wanted was for me to make her proud. She may have said I would be nothing more than the streets but her telling me that pushed me to want to go to school, it pushed me to want to be a better person. The woman she talked about me loving I found her. I just want to make my mom proud. She suffered the day my dad left us. She was never the same after that but no matter how she felt she never stopped loving me and she never stopped hugging me or kissing me to let me know she loved me. She fell into some bad things and it was rough but I forgive her for that. I just want another chance with my mom. I want another day with my mom. I just want my mom for most of my life she was the only thing I had. The only one that loved me and cared about me, she had a funny way of showing it and a different way to show it but I know deep down she loved me. "Mr. Ambrose," says the doctor, "are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure," I say. "Pull the plug."
"All right," he says as he nods at the nurse.
"WAIT!" I say. "Just give me one more minute."
"Okay," he says.
I take my mom's hand into mine and tears fall from my eyes. "I love you, Mom. I will always love you. Thank-you for everything you did for me and all the stuff you sacrificed to be a mom to me. I'm going to make you proud. I promise, Mom, I am going to make you proud. I am going to go somewhere and I am going to be something and when I become that wrestler and I get my first WWE championship I'm going to think of you and I am going to make you proud. I love you, Mom," I say before I kiss the top of her head. "Okay, Doctor," I say with a nod as I hold onto her hand.
"Go ahead," he says to the nurse as she starts to turn the machines off one by one. The nurse takes the tube from her mouth and my mom lets out one last breath and she's gone. She flatlines just before the nurse turns the machine off. Heavy, painful sobs escape my chest as I break down crying not wanting to let go of my mom's hand. She's gone and she's not coming back.
After hours spent at the hospital I walk into my apartment and lock the door. I make my way to the bedroom and smile as I see Ana sleeping peacefully on the bed. I slip my shirt off and slip my jeans off before I slide into bed next to her. I wrap her up in my arms, holding her close to me not wanting to let her go. She moans and stirs before she turns to face me. Her dark brown eyes looking back into my blue eyes, "Hey," she says with sleep in her voice.
"Hey," I say with a smile before I kiss her lips softly. "I love you."
"I love you too," she says. "How is your mom? Is everything okay?"
"No," I say. "She's gone."
"She died?" she asks.
"Yeah about an hour ago, she was on life support. I had them pull the plug there was no chance of a recovery. I didn't want her to suffer, Ana, she suffered enough in her life," I say as my voice cracks. "I couldn't let her suffer any more."
"Dean," she says running her hand through my hair. "I'm so sorry," she says. "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No not tonight. I just want to hold you and get lost in you. I need you tonight, Ana," I say. "I just need you."
"I'm here, Baby," she says as she wipes a tear from my cheek. "I'm always going to be here."
"Ana," I say before a painful sob escapes from my tightened chest. I didn't think I could cry anymore but I can't stop. I hold her tightly in my arms as I cry on her shoulder, not small cries but heavy cries. She comforts me as she plays with my hair as she lets me cry on her shoulder. I'm not ready to talk about it and she understands. Her just being here, holding me and comforting me is all I need. It's all that I want.
*A/N: What did you think about what Mack did to Ellis? Do you understand why Dean is blaming himself for this? What do you think of Dean's moment with his mom? Do you think Ellis tried her best to be a good mom to Dean? HOw do you think the death of his mom is going to affect Dean in the future? Does Dean need Ana more than ever before? ARe you glad she is there for him to comfort him in his tough time? Please review and thank-you for reading.