Broken Bad Boy novel Chapter 11

PERCIE

Thirteen months ago…

We talked every day until Thursday. I missed talking with her on Friday, though. I asked Grandpa if they would come with me tomorrow. I was a little excited to see her again. This time I wouldn’t disappoint and upset her.

I picked up my grandparents at their home. I already dropped by at the flower shop for Emma. I knew what she liked.

“Look at you. Finally, the old Percie.” Grandpa patted my back.

I rolled my eyes. “We met last week, Grandpa.”

“You look a lot better today, Percie.” 

“About that.” I laughed. I was actually eating like a starved animal. “I have to go to the grocery after I see Emma.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Don’t worry about it. Grace would love to do that when she sees you like that.” 

Grandma showed up and opened her arms wider to hug me. My heart melted. My parents didn’t care about me, but these two loved me like their own son.

“Let’s go and see Emma. Make sure not to upset her this time because if you do, I’ll shave your head. That’s a promise.” She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled them off.

“Ouch. That hurts.” 

Grandma released my hair before she got in the passenger seat. Grandpa took my seat. I had no choice but to sit in the backseat with the flowers.

We arrived at the rehab center.

“Em!” I yelled and ran towards her. 

“Perce? Oh, my God!” She cupped her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise.

I hugged her tight and kissed her cheek. I wrinkled my nose. “You stink, Emma. Did you even shower?” 

She hit my arm. “Liar! Just got out of the shower. Are those for me?” She pointed to the flowers in my hand.

I shook my head. “No. Sorry, Em, but these are for Jonah.” 

Her face fell. 

I laughed my ass loud, causing everyone around to look at us.

She hit my arm again. “Your voice, silly. You’re not in the street.” 

I was still shaking from laughter. “Did they teach you here how to hit too? You hit me twice now.”

She snarled. “Those are mine.” She pointed at the flowers.

I rolled my eyes this time. “Of course, these are for you, stink.” I handed her the flowers.

“Callas.” Her smile widened. If a simple flower could make her happy like this, I would bring it in every visit.

“Don’t call me to stink. Thank you. These are beautiful.” She smelled the bouquet.

“Hey, Grandy and Grammy. Don’t I get a hug? I swear I don’t stink.” She raised her underarms to sniff.

I chuckled.

We followed her to her room. I sat on her small couch while Grandpa and Grandma prepared us something to drink. We stopped in the donut shop before coming over. Emma loved donuts.

“I can’t remember the last time I ate a donut, Perce. Thank you, Grammy.” She took a big bite of donut.

I pulled some tissue paper and wiped the powdered sugar besides her lips while she licked some of it.

“Hey, slow down. You’re gonna choke.”

“Ameeshee,” she said while she was chewing.

“What? Can you talk later? Eat first, Emma.” I handed her favorite flavored water. She drunk a good amount from it.

“I said I miss this. I miss eating donuts.” She took another huge bite.

“I thought you got whatever you asked.”

She shook her head. “They won’t allow me to eat too sugary, too salty. and too greasy.”

“And why is that?” I looked at my grandparents. They both gave me a shrug. My heart ached for Emma.