Ebony's point of view
"Ebs you sure you don't want to come tonight?" Brad asks coming into the room and sitting on the bed.
"Yeah. I don't feel to great" I reply putting my hand on his. Brad immediately starts running circles on my knuckles.
"I can stay home with you" brad says my eyes widen.
"Absolutely not. You need to go. Smash the show and have a great time with everyone after. Your not missing a show Brad. I would never ever let you do that" I say as I start ranting. I hear Brad giggle.
"Ok ok I will go" he says playing a kiss on my forehead.
"But first. I got you something" he says picking up a box from the ground and putting it onto the bed in front of me.
"Brad" I say giving him the look.
"Sh just open it" he says giving my hand a squeeze. I sit up straight and open the box. I notice a wig. I run my hand through it into the box tears forming in my eyes. It looks exactly like my hair.
I bring brad into a bone crushing hug. His arms tighten around me.
"Thank you thank you thank you " I whisper into his shoulder.
"Your welcome beautiful" he whispers kissing the top of my head.
"It's perfect" I sniff putting my fingers through it.
Brad picks it up and places it onto my head. A proud happy smile on his face. Tears forming in his eyes.
I stand up and go towards the mirror. My hands go straight to my mouth. Tears falling down my eye. As I run my hand through the hair.
"It looks so real" I whisper in shock.
"You look beautiful" brad whispers snaking his arms around my waist and planting a kiss on the top of my head.
"I really am thankful" I whisper taking his hand in mine.
"I know you are silly" he whispers kissing my cheek.
"BRAD YOUR GONNA BE LATE" I hear Chloe say. I wipe my tears.
"Go" I say with a proud smile.
"You sure?" Brad asks again.
"I'm so proud of you so go get that ass of yours over to the arena before Joe or the boys kill you" I joke making us both laugh.
Brad pulls me into a kiss.
"Good luck" I whisper as brad heads towards the door.
"Love you" he says giving me a wave. As I hear the door slam shut and laughter outside. I walk towards the window and I open the curtain slightly. Chloe Grayson, Ethan and brad giggling away as they head into the car. My heart drops. I should be with them. But I don't want to moan and put there lives on hold.
I head over to the bed and start scrolling through my phone and everyone's stories are filled with pre show photos. I wish I was there. Pain forms in my head. I reach over for my tablets and swallow them down with some water. The pain is always there niggling away. Who knows if this chemo is working. I just want it to stop.
