Angry Grandpa Body Bag Novels & Stories

"Let's head back," I said to Theo. My voice sounds so disappointed at something and I can't stop being disappointed at how my grandfather can do that to me. "What's wrong?" I worriedly asked him when I saw him winched. "Nothing, sir. Just having a migraine but don't worry. I can hold it. These are your clothes." I got the paper bag from his hand before closing the door for him. I took my time taking a bath because I already know my grandfather is mad at me. There's no need to be cautious with time already.

The paramedics just loaded my grandpa into the ambulance, and Dad asked which hospital they were taking him to. "Okay, get some containers and put the food in them. Christmas will be celebrated, and we’ll do it all together." My mom starts giving orders to make us move as quickly as possible. Once we gather food, plates, and disposable glasses, we split into cars to head to the hospital. Given what just happened, we didn’t bring the alcohol with us. We also confiscated the flask Grandpa Sean always keeps in his pocket. Once we ask where Grandpa is and run through half the hospital with bags in hand, we arrive at his room just as a doctor is coming out.

I prayed that Landon got his head out of his ass for long enough that he realized what he risked losing if he rejected Cleo. “I think we should make our way out now.” Dad spoke again, this time to everyone, and Mum looked at him with a sad smile. I could see there were tears threatening in her eyes. I hated seeing my Mum cry, but I don’t think there was anything anybody could do today or in the past few days to have stopped them, even my Dad. “Are you boys still okay to help carry the casket?” he asked, and I nodded, we had agreed, that along with Dad, Uncle Grayson, Landon and another close friend of my Grandpa’s from River Ash we would carry the casket between us down to the gazebo that wa

“I don’t want that ugly grandpa! Grandpa Wallace is my real grandpa. He’s handsome and buys me toys. He’s a hundred times better!” Wallace was on cloud nine. He smiled and took out an exquisite pocket watch. “Good boy. This is a Swiss pocket watch. Grandpa brought it just for you.” Aiden excitedly examined it. Wayne quickly said, “Say thank you. You have to know your manners when someone gives you something expensive.” Aiden swiftly thanked Wallace sweetly. “Ah, my sweet grandchild.” When I saw this, I became so furious that I lost my composure. I violently flipped the table over.

By the time I finished, Hank was shaking with rage. "That disgusting old jerk! He deserved to die! Let's bury him now since no one knows yet." Paige stopped crying and wiped her tears. "We need to bind him tight and stuff his mouth so he doesn't make a sound if he moves in the middle of the night." Her hands were shaking as she fetched a hemp rope and an old fertilizer sack from the house. Reid took the rope without a word and wrapped Chad tight. Together, he and Hank shoved the body into the sack and dragged it to a remote hillside.

They always know how to trick people. I aren't different though, just that I'm better than them. "If you know you won't be saying something you shouldn't have asked in the first place." I retorted, pissed. Of course I'm angry at myself, the world, everything. My grandpa was just the vessel around to pour my aggressions. "If you think you can use me to release your anger I will let you know that it won't be possible so you better be careful." Of course, my grandpa can really throw me out of the car leaving me stranded to walk home on my own. That old man refused to age.

Gramps says as I reach for a red gift bag. "Oohhh, I can't wait to see what you did." Opening the bag, I peek inside and, immediately, tears come to my eyes. "You didn't." I sniffle. Shouts of show us are going around the room. "He didn't even tell me," Grandma Denise yells. "I wanna see." Sobbing, I pull the tiny cut from the bag. It's patched up exactly like everyone else's and on the back says Newest Prospect of the Heaven Hill MC.

she said avoiding my eyes. "Yeah? Well, why is it under your pillow? " I asked angrily "We didn't think you would want to kn..... " Cynthia was saying when I cut her off. "You didn't think of what I would want to know, and what I don't. This paper creates the doubt in my mind, that my grandad, who I thought to be a lovely and kind person, is a PSYCHOPATHIC SERIAL KILLER!!! " I shouted, my eyes full of tears.

Grandpa was not surely happy about his behaviour. "If your excellent mannered grandson wants to live here, I don't have a problem enjoy. But, we are leaving from here right now. I can't stake my wife's security. " His eyes were puffed up and red with anger. Body radiating heated rage was unbearable. His clenched fist and gritted teeth were evidence of his unhappiness. I signalled grandfather to give me a second and not to react at moment. His eyes replied the understanding.

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill. On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him. Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me. He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end.