Deluged - The Teenage Love ✔️

Chapter 30

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~Nova~

After disconnecting the call, I just layed down on my bed, staring the whit ceiling above my eyes.

I don't want things to end so soon. I wish I could have spend some time with him. He's been on his brain stroke since two months. He hasn't left the bed and I am not able to do anything for him.

Any single thing. I don't know how mom is managing everything on her own. How she is managing with all these things, how is she able to see her husband dying while all her life she's just been with him.

Not even me.

I wish I could've been there with them, instead of Ivaan. I am pretty sure that Ivaan doesn't like them. For the fact that they just abandoned me during the time of my pregnancy, they didn't take care of me ever in their life. They just left me to the mercy of a murderer during my childhood.

Ya! I am definitely angry for these things, but now, when I look forward in life, I don't think that these things really count. I don't have any good memories to remember about my dad, but there aren't any harsh memories too. He never had a talk with me, he never took care of me and when I told mom about my pregnancy, he was the first one to disown me.

But now, when he is lying on his death bed, I don't want to remember all this, I just want to be at his side, to comfort him, to show him that ya his daughter is still there with him, even if he left her since the day she was born.

Ivaan wants to come here as soon as possible. He doesn't like mom and dad. How would he? He has always seen me crying because of them, although I've always showed my strong front to him, but he knows, he understands how it feels to be treated that way.

He's been my father, he's been my mother all this year's along. Caressing me like a mother and scolding me like a father does. He hasn't ever failed to be a good husband and neither had he failed to be a good boyfriend.

And as simple as that sounds, he wants to take care of me during this time. Although I assured him that I will be taking good care of myself, but he knows how bad those weekly injections pain.

He knows, how much th side effects of the medicines irritate me and he's been all through my sleepless nights.

I feel pity for him. I kno how desperately he wants to come back, but he knows that I want him to be with my parents this time. And I think that's the least that I can do for them.

I just wonder as to what will happen to Ivaan after I leave. I just don't know how he will manage everything. Who will take care of his meals? Who will remind him to not forget his wallet at home? Who will tell him to quit extra work hours so that he could bring the extra box of pastries for us? Who will be there with him during the ups and downs of his companies? Who will be taking care of all his passwords when he has such a weak memory to remember them?

I don't have any answer to these questions. I don't know how he will manage to take care or Ryan and Sophia. That too alone.

We are lucky to give birth to such a mature child as Ryan. He has been the apple of our eyes. He has never ever disappointed us. But I just don't know how will they manage to live without me.

Who will pack their lunch to school? Who will remind them to complete there homeworks? And how will Ryan be attending their school functions when he will be buzy with his works.

I am just too worried about every single thing at this moment. Dad is on his death bed and I don't know what to tell mom or how to console her.

She had always told me that life will be easier one day. That one has to make sacrifices to live, that one needs to learn how to adjust to live a good life.

But I am not capable enough to console her after dad descends her. I wish it was me not Ivaan how could take care of them.

I felt a piercing pain in my chest as my thoughts revolved too much around these things. I stood up and took a glassful of water from the side table, switching on the light of the table lamp.

"Mum. I am not able to sleep, can I please sleep with you today?", I heard Sophia's voice which had already broken down in sobs.

This must be another one of her nightmares.

"Of course baby, I'll make you sleep on my lap okay? Now tell me which story do you want to hear?, I politely asked her giving a peck on her forehead.

"Any story Mom.", she said cuddling herself to my side.

I sang her some of her favourite Lullabies and made her sleep next to me.

She looks like an angel while she is asleep.

I layed my back next to her, again staring at the ceiling of the house, when my phone rang.