071. Broken


It had been a long time since George McFly had been in Hill Valley, not since that night...

His father had often mentioned it in his letters, obviously wishing that his son would return, but George had made up his mind. Even at the beginning when the letters had said she kept coming over asking how and where he was.

Now he had to come back, his Grandfather had died and the funeral was the next day. George had in fact had planned to show up on the actual day, but his father had insisted, so here he was.

The house looked the same, the trees...George shook his head and headed up the front path to the door and knocked.

His stepmother answered. "George!" She gave him a hug. "We haven't seen you in so long! You're looking well. Come in!" She reached out as if she was going to haul him inside then paused and dropped her arm.

George followed her into the living room, where his father was sitting going through a Family Album. "Hi, son," he greeted.

"Hi, Dad," George muttered, taking a seat on the couch next to his father. "Old photos?"

"Just remembering your grandfather...he could be harsh, but he was a good man." His father replied. George nodded, but didn't really listen.

George sat there thinking, wondering about his grandfather and what he'd say if he could see George. Grandpa had always been kind of strict and not too happy with George. He could imagine him frowning and saying. "Runnin' away, pathetic."

It hadn't really been running away though, well at least not really, he'd had to leave, it was the only way. Of course, that had only been for a couple of months.

"Coffee, George?" his stepmother asked.

George shook his head, he didn't like coffee and even if he did it would be difficult to drink it not sitting at a table.

"Your aunts, uncles and cousins will be coming by soon," his father said, "they haven't seen you for a long time."

George didn't think his relatives would be all that interesting in seeing him, but he decided not to say so, his father was trying his best.

His stepmother returned with a tray with two cups of coffee and a glass of iced water. She set them down and brought the iced water to him, but she held it out to the wrong hand and let go too soon and it fell to the wooden floor at smashed.

"Damn! I'm sorry!" She cried, hurrying to get a cloth.

George shook his head, it wasn't her fault, he looked down at his useless right arm. It was his stepmother's fault that his arm had been broken...

He wondered about Marty Klein, who had tried so hard to give George confidence...he had disappeared, into thin air it seemed.

And Lorraine...but what did he have to offer Lorraine, now that he wasn't just a loser, but crippled.

And the answer was: Nothing.


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