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BJ isn't who she says she is... She wants Brock dead will Brock survive or will he die?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Chapters: 7 - Words: 9,835 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 11-15-12 - Published: 07-22-12 - id: 8346199
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Set around Core focus
Barbra Jean isn't who she says she is
Cheyenne and Van-21
Brock-45= Barbra Jean-32
Kevin-6- BJ's other child - the entire family fell in love with him
Brock walked into his house; he looked around no Barbra Jean. He sighed and rubbed his head he was feeling off and to top it off; he lied to his best friend in how he sprained his wrist. He lied but never to Reba. He sat on the couch and picked up his cell phone and called his doctor; he had to get his medication in order. He knew things weren't right.
He was talking to his doctor. Suddenly, a hand grabbed the phone Brock was stunned; he turned in disbelief to see his wife.
"I'm sorry Brock is fine. Yes, he is okay bye." Barbra Jean threw his phone at him. He caught it before it hit the ground, he put it in his pocket.
"What did you say to the doctor?" BJ asked smacking Brock across the face.
"Barbra Jean it had nothing to do with you. You do remember I am a diabetic, and I have been feeling off. I was calling him to get my medication in order. I was going to make an appointment" Brock said rubbing his cheek.
"Your fine. You don't need a doctor." Barbra Jean said tapping the same cheek she hit.
"BJ I know when my body isn't right, and lately I have been feeling off. If I don't take care of myself, I can go into a diabetic coma and die." Brock said moving away from her; he didn't want to deal with anything right now.
"You won't. "BJ told him coldly.
Brock shook his head. "BJ I have to make sure I take care of myself, and if I under dose or overdose it can be serious do you even care?" he asked as he looked at her.
"Brock are you going to go golfing?" BJ asked
Brock was shocked; he had just tried to be serious, and she asked him that? At least, Reba cared; she helped him with his insulin and made sure his blood sugars were at a normal level. BJ never did. He sighed and pricked his finger; he checked his blood sugar. And calculated the dosage of insulin he would need. He was up to 25 shots a day, and he felt like he did before he was diagnosed. He wondered if BJ even cared. Reba was too busy to notice things, and he lied about things.
"No I don't feel good." Brock told her as he rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to lay down; he knew if he did that could mean slipping into a diabetic coma.
"Well you won't be." BJ told him coldly.
"Huh?" Brock asked still dazed he felt so confused.
BJ smiled smugly. She left the room she returned with his golf clubs.
Brock looked at them; he got up they were all bent and broken the only thing that wasn't broken was his driver he got up.
"What the hell did you do to my clubs?" Brock asked
"Heck and you do too many golfing." BJ told him coldly.
"Barbra Jean these are 800 hundred-dollar clubs. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I told you to say what the heck I don't like the word hell." Barbra Jean told him.
Brock sighed and shook his head he went to head over to Reba's ;he knew she could help him. He had to talk to her anyway. He had to let her know about things.
"Were you going?" Barbra Jean demanded.
"To see my kids and grand kid." Brock snapped realizing it was the lack of insulin that made him cranky.
"No you aren't." BJ said
"I want to see my wife." Brock said
"You just called Reba your wife!" Barbra Jean said getting angry.
"Crap" Brock replied rubbing the back of his neck
Barbra Jean looked at him. Brock felt something hit him in the shoulder; he turned to see BJ throwing golf balls at him; he turned twisting his knee; he fell to the ground grasping his knee his watch was beeping. He went to stand.
"Get over it Reba hates you" Brock snapped getting up. He really needed to get his sugar levels up before he lost it.
"What are you doing?"
"Barbra Jean I have to take my insulin" Brock told her his knee hurt he rubbed it.
"Oh allow me and you stay put" Barbra Jean said pushing him to the ground and leaving the room with the perfect plan.
Brock nodded he rolled up his pant leg his knee was starting to swell " I don't know why I married her" Brock mumbled.
Barbra Jean returned with a needle filled to the max.
Brock's eyes got wide "Barbra Jean that is too much insulin"
"No Barbra Jean that much can kill me" Brock said trying to back away.
"Oh it will"
Brock swallowed and got up he limped to the door.
Barbra Jean pushed him down Brock twisted the same knee he groaned.
Brock and Barbra Jean struggled; she ended up giving him the insulin in his neck; she hit him in the head with his driver. She took the needle and placed him in a position took like he fell she left knowing it wouldn't be long until he would die, she left the house. Part two of her plan was to return and act like a grieving widow. She planned to remarry and putting Henry in foster care. Along with Kevin. She didn't need children to foil her plans. Shortly after BJ left. Kyra walked in she called out to her father. There was no answer. She found it odd he wasn't home at 4:00 he had always been home at that time in the past. She walked into the living room and saw her dad passed out.
She called 911 and tried to wake him; she called her mom.
"Dad came on wake up" Kyra said taking his cheek. She was so scared she didn't know what to do she pulled out her cell phone and called her mom. She explained everything to her.
Reba ran to Brock's as fast as she could. She heard the panic in her daughters voice. She had heard the fear and knew something was seriously wrong with Brock. She opened the door she looked into see Brock laying on the ground. She immediately sprang into action she looked at Kyra and spoke," Kyra what happened?"
"I don't know I found him unconscious "
"Brock wake up" Reba said pinching his shoulder, she checked his pulse; it was weak Reba sighed a relief; he was still alive.
"Kyra did you call 911. I need a towel to stop the bleeding" Kyra ran into the kitchen and grabbed a clean dish cloth she returned with a dish cloth and the needle "Mom this was in the garbage it has been filled with insulin, and this vile is empty.
"That's not like your dad to overdose" Reba said holding the cloth on Brock's head suddenly he had a seizure Reba made sure he couldn't hurt himself.
The paramedics arrived as Brock stopped having a seizure.
"We think he might have overdosed on his insulin" Reba told them as the paramedics stabilized him and rushed him to the hospital
Reba and Kyra got Brock's keys and rushed behind the ambulance Kyra called her siblings and told them to get to the hospital.