Chapter Nineteen
Reece’s POV
“Reece! Wake up!” a girl’s voice says in my ear and I am confused. I know that voice, as my brain starts to work again I begin to process whose voice that was. “Wake up,” it repeats and now that my brain is on I realize it is my mom.
I peel my eyes and am met by the ever unfriendly darkness. “Yes, mom?” I ask tiredly. Yesterday wore me out and I couldn’t sleep well last night. I kept thinking about all of the hell that Payton has been through and all the suffering that she was put through. I cannot fathom the thought of one of my little sisters being that sick. Payton is one the strongest people I know for handling it all and it also makes her beautiful.
“Did you forget what today was?” my mom asks and I can hear a chuckle in her voice. Today? Wait what is today? Then it hits me! I was so caught up in what Payton had told me that getting to go home slipped my mind!
“I get go home,” I say with a small smile appearing on my face.
“Yeah, and we have someone who is coming in to teach you how to you a stick to walk,” she tells me and I feel her grab my hand lightly in her warm one.
“Great,” I say sarcastically. I feel so in competent when other people try to help me. I’m the person who helps others and it feels weird when I am now the one who is being helped, and I don’t like it.
“Oh be happy! This is for the best!” my mom says in a slightly scolding tone.
“Fine,” I groan in defeat, it would be nice to learn how to walk without running into things. I think that if I run into one more things I am going have a concussion. “What time does the person get here?” I ask because I just want go home! This stupid bed is killing my back and I just want the feeling of my home around me.
“Ten minutes at the most,” she says with a smile and I nod my head. I always did wonder if the sticks really work. Finally I hear a door crept open and footsteps that have a different beat to them enter the room. “Hi!” my mom says with a happy voice.
“Hello, are you the Collins?” a deep male voice asks. Is that who’s going to teach me? I wonder and I hear my mom stand up.
“Yes, are you Carter?” she asks and I hear him come closer.
“Yes, I am Carter Alexander,” the boy says and he sounds like he is in his early twenties.
“Well this is Reece and I guess I will leave you two to get to it,” my mom’s sweet voice says as she exists the room. The other footsteps approach my bed and I throw the blanket off of my body and sit up.
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Love is Blind
Teen Fiction^Top Five Finalist in the 2013 Watty Award^ ATTENTION: Due to publishing this is only HALF of the book. For the complete story, this book is available on Amazon! Meet Reece Collins, Washington's star quaterback, best pitcher, and track star. Reece h...