Cold Hearted ⭒ Cobra Kai

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Chapter Negative Four: Idealistic

"I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love and never, never, never stop for anyone. Tonight, let's get some and live while we're young."

~Live While We're Young by One Direction~

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Warnings: abuse, addiction, domestic violence, hospitals/medical things, homophobia, language, light smut, underage drinking, and other mature themes

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Zion's POV

I make it downstairs for breakfast only to see my mom rushing around hurriedly.

"Mom? What's going on?" I ask worriedly.

"Andrew is lightheaded and his chest hurts. I'm taking him to the hospital to see what's wrong," she explains. Sometimes she uses his first name to remind me that he's more than just my dad, but also the man she married. "Goddamnit, where are my keys?"

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask softly.

"I don't know, Zion," she responds as she frantically runs around downstairs.

"Where's Dad?" I ask.

"Already in the car," she responds.

"Wouldn't the keys be with him?" I ask like it's obvious and she stops.

"Fuck," she runs towards the door without a thank you. Not that I was expecting one.

I grab my bag from the night prior and rush out to the car.

"What are you doing?" my mom calls to me.

"Going with you," I say like it's obvious I want to check up on my dad's health. I get in the backseat and my dad weakly smiles.

"Hey, Star," he greets me from the passenger seat.

"Hey. You're not feeling good?" I ask in concern.

"I'll be fine," he assures me.

"We don't know that for sure," my mom says in a panic. The good news is we are only ten minutes away from the hospital.

Jess to Gay Gucci Gang: Are we meeting up at the mall today?

I sigh when I read the text, realizing I don't want to meet up with them or Robby if my dad is sick. I open messages to respond.

Zion to Robby: Dad is in the hospital again, so I can't today

It really sucks, but that's how life is. It's short and I need to spend what time I can with my dad.

That makes it sound like he's going to die. I know I need to think logically, but death isn't something I want to think about with my dad.

"Zion, I need you to park the car while I take your father inside," my mom demands as we pull into the entrance drop off area.

"Okay," I say, really dreading wasting my time finding a parking spot rather than being with him.

"I'll be okay," my dad assures me as my mom walks to his side to help him walk in.

I know it's selfish, but I wish she genuinely cared about me as much as she cares for him.

I was the child that wasn't meant to be; I've heard them talk about it. My mom was told she was infertile and then one day became pregnant. Of course, my dad was excited and my mom tried to be, so they had me. But, even though they were married, my dad took care of me all these years, until he got cancer and it ruined the whole dynamic.