AN: I am so sorry for the really late update. I have just been so busy with homework, after school stuff, and just life I guess. So here is the 3rd chapter of A Second Chance. I tried to make this really long, and didn't really mention Harry because I felt like she was just being so selfish and only talking about how much she missed him, and I was getting really annoyed with that, so I changed it up a little bit and am focusing on someone else, but she is connected to this person and kind of understands him. So please tell me if I did okay, and leave a comment. :)
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RIIINNNG! RING! RING-RING!
My eyebrows crinkled together. Was that a phone?
RIINNNG! RING-RING! RING!
Yup. It was a phone. My phone. Crap. Another blissful morning ruined.
Eyes stinging, I stared at the too bright screen of my cell phone. My mom was calling. Of course. Just like old times.
"Hello?" I rasped into the phone, eyes squinting in the darkness of my room.
"It's mom."
"I know. I have caller ID." I rolled my eyes despite being half asleep.
"I haven't seen you in a while." she whispered. I knew she missed me. I just couldn't stand to be interrogated by her. Too many questions that I wasn't ready to answer yet.
"I know, ma. I just can't right now. It isn't really a good time for me." I said.
"It's never a good time for you." she scolded. I could hear her eyes roll.
"Mom. Please don't do this right now. I just...I can't okay? Can you understand that?" I pleaded with her, hoping that some part of her would understand, even just a little bit.
"What's wrong, Sarah? And tell me the truth. None of that crap you tell strangers."
I smiled. "Be here in one hour. No earlier." I said good-bye and hung up.
I closed my eyes and buried my head deeper into my pillow while pulling up the blankets more for another blissful hour of sleep.
The doorbell rang. Multiple times I might add.
I knew it was my mom. She had a tendency to be very impatient.
A small smile crept up on me, sneaking onto my lips, turning into a full smile. It felt good. Really, really good. "Coming, mom!"
I stumbled into jeans and fumbled into a sweatshirt. It "accidentally" turned out to be Harry's.
"Hurry up!" she screeched through the door.
"Hold your horses, I'm coming, I'm coming." I mumbled under my breath, thumping to the door.
"Finally." she exclaimed. "You know I'm not getting any younger right?" she joked.
"Yes, mom." I rolled my eyes. Same old corny mom.
We walked to the living room and sat down.
"So." she crossed her legs, left leg on top of her right. "How are you?"
There it was. The question I dreaded the most because I had no idea what to say.
"In all honesty......" I paused, mulling it over. "Terrible." My voice trembled with emotion.
"Aw, sweetie. Tell me what happened." My mother patted my leg and looked into my eyes.
So I did. I told her everything. From the beginning of our relationship to the end. She already knew about the cancer part, but she didn't know what it did to us.
