dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Forty-Six: When Life Bites You On The Butt

Chapter Forty-Six: When Life Bites You On The Butt.

I placed my ice coffee into the cup holding next to me, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat.

"Mmmm, yeah I just got off." I spoke into the phone, resting against the seat, resisting turning on the car until after the phone called was finished.

"Are you coming home?" Vic asked me, as I heard a few voices in the background. I thought for a moment.

"I think I'm gonna pop in at the old house, give mom and dad a hello." I decided on. I only visited last week, but it's nice to be back under my old roof sometimes.

"Oh, ok. I guess I'll see you when you get home." I heard something bang in the background. I frowned, but had a tiny smile on my face.

"Are they destroying the house?" I asked. I heard Vic shout something at Tony and Jaime.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't." I laughed a little, shaking my head.

"Good luck with that. Well I better head off. I'll make some lasagne tonight. I get the recipe off mom." I had decided the cooking is not that hard to do, I guess. It's pretty simplistic and I've gotta get used to it.

"Sounds delicious, can't wait. Cya, Kitty." I smiled, resting my hand on the steering wheel.

"Bye babe. I love you." I heard his soft throaty chuckle on the other end.

"I love you too." I heard a chorus of commotion from the boys in the background, mostly just kissing noises. I laughed.

"Bye." I said once more before hanging up. I chucked my phone on the seat next to my bag, before sticking the keys in the ignition and turning on the car. I pulled out of the Starbucks car park and drove the opposite way home. It felt completely normal but strange to drive this way now. It felt like I was going home, but I was also driving away from it. This is getting confusing living somewhere else. I eventually made my way down the familiar streets to my childhood home. As I came down the street, sipping some more of my iced coffee, I noticed only dads car there. He was home from work early. I pulled into the place Ryan usually parks. I picked up my bag, and held my coffee firmly in my hand. I walked up to the door and considered if I should knock or go straight in. I decided on both. I knocked, before opening the door. I stuck my head around.

"Helloooo?" I called out. The house seemed empty, before I noticed the dull thuds of music from down stairs. I smiled, and walked straight to the door that lead to the basement. I opened up to hear some Pink Floyd blasting up the stairwell. I smiled, realising it was probably the present I got for him. I trotted down the stairs, walking through the door down the bottom.

"I see you seem to like your Christmas present." I said cheerfully, stepping into the basement. I frowned, realising dad was not in fact in here. I slowly slid my bag off my shoulder, and chucked it onto an arm chair. I walked over to dads record player, that was right in the corner behind another arm chair. I walked round before pausing. I looked down at the ground and I let out a surprised scream. My coffee slipped out of my finger, crashing to the floor next to me. My hand clamped over my mouth as my eyes stayed wide. I had found dad, lying motionless on the ground. I moved quicker than I ever had before. I dropped to my knees, crawling closer.

"Dad! Dad, dad can you hear me?!" I yelled over the music. I placed my fingers on his neck, seeing he did have a pulse, even if it was only light, it was still there. He was also breathing fine, yet he still wasn't conscious. I knew I shouldn't take any risks. I got up, slamming the record player off, sprinting to my bag. I threw stuff out of it, searching for my phone.

"SHIT!" I screeched, realising my phone was on my passenger seat. I looked helplessly at dads limp body, before dashing upstairs. I threw the top door open, scrambling for the home phone. I picked it up hurriedly, my fingers shaking as I typed in three numbers.