Don't think Peyton has stopped for good....maybe he has idk lol I'm just letting the story goes where it wants ain't that right Adam lol
I promise you I have an update. I'm working on it now but I've been uber busy today with school and all
Garrett's point of view: By the time I finished eating I heard Peyton playing the piano. That was something he hasn't done in a long time. Peyton was a great guitar player but he was an even better piano player. I guess it's because with piano you make what you're feeling really stand out to people. I had just gotten to the door of the basement when I heard something smash against the wall. I threw open the door and ran down the stairs to see what was wrong and I saw the guitar that dad had bought Peyton three years ago had been smashed against the wall. I sighed,"Peyt man are you alright." He shrugged,"Yeah. I'll be ok." I shook my head and went over there and helped him pick up the bench and the broken guitar,"Peyton dad is gonna be ok. You'll see. Come on man. Let's just play some guitar and you'll be better." He looked around the room at the other guitars and his eyes clouded with anger,"I'm quitting music. At least until if I know dad will be alright or not." I shook my head. My brother is the most hardheaded person I have ever known. I looked up at him,"You're not going to stop playing. I refuse to let you stop doing the ONE thing that you love to do!! You have NEVER been a quitter and I'll be da*ned if you start now!!" He stared at me like what the fu*k?! I glared at him and said,"Yeah I know. Shocking that I would actually say something like that to you! If you stop acting like a child and start acting like an older brother then I wouldn't have to do this!" I got up quickly causing the bench to fall over again and I just left it there. I walked to the stairs and turned back and said,"You know you wouldn't be acting like this if dad was here." And with that I walked back up the stairs and shut the door behind me. I'll be da*ned if my brother acts like a little kid.
Peyton's point of view: We waited for another week and they finally told us that my dad would be fine and that they didn't tell us for so long because they needed to observe him for any other things they might have missed. They sent dad to the hospital here and mom and Garrett and Brianna visited him but I didn't. I was afraid. Of what? I couldn't tell you because I didn't know. It had been two weeks now since my dad got home and I had missed a week of school. I was on my computer looking at all the videos of me playing guitar and piano and singing. I hated not playing anymore but it just didn't feel right. I heard a knock on my door and I turned around and saw my mom. She had a worried look on her face and I sighed and said,"Mom I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me." She came in my room and sat on my bed,"Peyton you haven't gone to school in a week and you haven't visited your dad at all in the hospital." I shrugged and was about to start deleting videos of me playing and singing when my mom said,"Peyton Alexander McGee. You will NOT delete those videos of you playing. You WILL go see your dad now!" I sighed and shut my laptop,"Fine. I'll go see him." I walked downstairs and grabbed my jacket and keys. I wanted to see my dad but I was afraid of him being disappointed in me for giving up music. I got in my car and drove to the hospital. It was a long drive but it gave me time to think. I finally got to the hospital and I went and asked the lady at the desk where my dads room was and she pointed the way for me. I slowly walked to his room and when I got to the door I took a deep, slow breath and knocked.