Chapter 25

Grayson And Terry

Chapter Twenty-Five: New Beginnings

Terry's POV

As the gun goes off, I close my eyes as tight as I could. It feels like everything is going in slow motion and the bullet is going to go through me in slow motion causing more pain. With my eyes tightly closed, I stand in front of the woman who wants me dead, waiting for the bullet that will end my life. I hear gasps of shock, but no part of my body indicates that I'm injured. I slowly open my eyes to see Grayson laying in front of me holding his arm which is drenched in blood.

"Grayson?!" I snap out of my trance and kneel down, bringing Grayson in my arms.

"I...love...you." Grayson says as he gasps for air.

"Grayson! Baby? Listen to me. You're going to be fine. Got it?" Tears start coming down as I hold the love of my life who currently just took a bullet for me. "Call 911? Sharon please?"

"Lets go." A shaky Sharon speaks as tears also fill her eyes. All the color from her face is gone and she is currently pale.

"Please don't go! At least call 911? Please?" I beg with her. But sadly, Sharon gives me one last look, gives Grayson one last look and leaves. Bitch!

"I'll go call the police. I'll be back." I try to pry my arms from Grayson since I remembered that my phone is in my bedroom.

"Don't leave."

"Grayson, there is so much blood! I have to go call someone for help." I look down at my white rug as the blood from my boyfriend's arm gets soaked up.

"Public figure, you can't. Someone is comi..." Grayson trails off as he screams in pain. I start sobbing because I've never seen so much blood coming out of a person. A knock comes through interrupting my thoughts. David, Grayson's CPO, walks in with a stretcher and two paramedics.

"How did you know?" I ask knowing I didn't call them neither did Grayson.

"Sharon." David says as they carried Grayson away. "We will take him to the hospital discreetly. You change and meet us at the hospital. Josh will drive you." David instructs the same time a tall, dark and handsome man walks into my apartment. Grayson is better.

"What?" David and the Josh guy ask at the same time.

"What?" I respond in confusion.

"You said Grayson is better." David explains.

"I did? I mean, I did. I meant to say Grayson better get better." I say mentally slapping myself for thinking out loud.

"See you at the hospital." David says and walks out of the door. I run towards my bedroom to clean myself up. As I take off the clothes that has Grayson's blood stained to it, I immediately start sobbing in fear. What if he doesn't make it? What will I do without him? Fuck!

After a thirty minute shower of scrubbing, all the blood is finally off me. I get into my bedroom and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I run towards the living room and inform Josh that I'm finish and we can go to the hospital. The drive to the hospital is quiet and filled with my anxiety. We reach the hospital and I rush inside. I find Lucinda waiting for me in the lobby and I practically launch myself at her.  After about three minutes of us crying into each other's arms, she drags me to the elevator and we get on one.

"I'm scared." I find myself whispering to Lucinda.

"He will be fine. He is strong."

"Bullets have taken out the strong Lucinda." I say to her.

"Trust me, he will be fine. Not even a bullet from his mother can stop him." She says nudging me playfully.

"Shit! That sentence is fucked up." I say realizing that Sharon Hughes did in fact just shoot her own son; even though it was meant for me. Soon, the elevator doors open and we get off. The floor that we get to is very fancy; actually fancier than any hospital I've ever been in.

"This floor is for public figures only." Lucinda says seeing my confused expression.

'Oh' I mouthed to her not wanting to seem like an idiot. We get to what I'm assuming is the waiting room even though the place looks like ten million dollars. We find David waiting with his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees.

"David!"

"Oh. Hey"

"How is he?"

"He's still in surgery. The doctors said the bullet didn't do a lot of damage and because of that, he's going to be fine. I think they should be done by now." David explains. A huge sigh comes out of me because finally I have a piece of mind.

Me falling and practically cracking my head open, my imprisonment, my father being homeless, and now Grayson's shooting, all these events happened because of Sharon Hughes's hatred for me. She wanted me and Grayson to be separated and be fucking miserable like her, no way.  A person has to have so much hatred for themselves to cause other people so much misery. Through all of the shit she put us through, there was a moment that I wanted to give up, yet Grayson didn't let me. I'm glad. I'm glad that Danny is a cheap ass who decided to leave me stranded in the desert that one day, three months ago.

Oh Shit! Danny.

I take out my phone and dial Danny's number.  I can't believe I said all those shitty things I did. By the fourth ring, Danny finally picks up his phone.

"What do you want?" Danny's cold voice greats me.

"I'm an asshole, please forgive me." I plead.

"I can't believe you said those things to me." Danny says in an almost whisper.

"Grayson got shot." I say quickly.

"What?! When?!" Danny asks with fear in his voice.

"At our apartment, by Sharon." I whisper the last part.

"You're not just saying this so that I forget about our argument, right?"

"No. I'm not. I need you right now. I know I said some shitty things, but you're the only one who can keep me sane at this moment."

"Fine. Text me the details to where you are. See you soon." Danny hangs up the phone and I do the same. I kind of feel guilty for using Grayson's incident to get Danny here. He's my best friend and I need to apologize for my dumbass meltdown.

"Terry Baker?" A doctor calls out for my name while his eyes roams around.

"That's me." I raise my hand and head towards him.

"He's okay. The bullet didn't do a lot of damage. We took it out in time and closed the wound carefully. Give him about five hours to gain conscious again. In no time, it will just be another badass scar." The doctor explains.

"Thank you Doctor....."

"Martin. Dr. Martin. Please excuse me?" The man excuses himself and leaves. A heavy sigh is released knowing Grayson is going to be okay.

"My boss gets shot and no one tells me?" Emily's voice is heard as she made herself towards the waiting area.

"Hey Emily." I embrace her the minute she is in arms length.

"Hey sweetie. How are you holding up?" Emily asks while pulling away from the hug.

"Surprisingly well. He is going to be okay. How did you know about Grayson?" I ask knowing she couldn't have heard it through her gossip vine.

"David.. Oh shit!" Emily says as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

"I knew it!" I playfully hit her on her shoulder as my theory is confirmed that David and Emily are indeed an item.

"So much for a secret." David says as he goes to Emily and give her a small kiss on the lips. "Going to the cafeteria, you want anything?" He asks directing the question to Emily.

"Coffee." Emily answers. As soon as David left, I fill in Emily on everything that has happened in the last couple of days. From me getting arrested, to my fight with Danny and Grayson's incident.

"Holy shit." That was the only thing Emily managed to say after my explaining. "So where is Sharon now?"

"No idea. Probably somewhere plotting another way to kill me as we speak." I shrug as shiver goes through my body knowing that it could be true.

"Does it ever drive you crazy...." Emily's sentence is cut off by a panicked Danny jogging our way.

"Terry?!" He screams as he embraces me. "What's going on? Who the fuck shoots their own child? Where is that bitch? Let me have her!" Danny rants as he releases me from the hug and his eyes start searching for Sharon.

"Everything is going to be okay. But first, calm down." I say to Danny while bringing his ass to sit down. "I'm sorry."

"Terry, It's not your fault." Danny starts.

"That's what you do for me. You always make me think I'm right. Sometimes I could be 90 percent wrong, yet you are always there to tell me I'm right. And the sad truth is that, I need that." I explain myself.

"Best friends fight. We have gotten through fights worse than this." Danny says pulling me into a hug.

"Yeah. Like who Oliver Christion  actually liked in 10th grade." I say causing him to pull away from the hug.

"Clearly it was me." Danny and I both say at the same time. After laughing it off, we all decided to just wait. Whether it's going to take 5 hours or five days, even five months for Grayson to wake up, we will all wait.

"Terry Baker?" A nurse came towards us holding what looked like a letter.

"Yes?" I say going towards her.

"This is for you." She hands me an envelope that says my name. After handing it to me, the lady leaves. I look at everyone and they all just shrug. I rip the envelope and take out the letter.

New Beginnings

From: Sharon Hughes

I fucking hate this so much. I don't know if there will come a day that I will look at your face and not want to kill you. I love my son. I know what I've done doesn't seem like it, but in my mind it was the right thing to do. There will never come a day that I will not think about what I did to Grayson. Writing this now, I still can't believe I shot my own child. I guess your father was right to choose you over me. Terry, I have had this grudge against you even before you knew me. The misery I faced because of your father's decision, I wouldn't wish it upon anyone; well maybe you but that's not the point.

I'm writing this letter as a toast to new beginnings. Since you and Grayson have made it clear that  you are not ending your relationship because of me, the only thing I can do for you is to let you both go. I don't know if there will come a day that I will ever see you both again, but there is an ounce in me that is hoping. Don't take this letter as me apologizing for everything I did because I AM NOT. I WOULD DO EVERYTHING THAT I PUT YOU THROUGH AGAIN, IN A FUCKING HEARTBEAT. That is how much I hate you.

P.S

Break his heart, and I will dismember you myself. That is a promise.

Sharon Hughes.

After reading the letter out loud for everyone, their expressions were the same. Confusion.

Should I be happy that she's gone, but there is a chance she could come back?

For now, I'm just going to simply enjoy it.