Story Of My Life (Kenshley)

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Ashley's POV:

I laid in bed, stating at the ceiling. I was considering going outside when my Kindle started to buzz. Thinking its a Facebook notification, I ignore it. Then it started to spam out.

I reach over, and realize there text form mom.

Opening the notifications,

Mother Carol:

Ashley come to the hospital right away.

Ashley!? Why aren't you answering!?

Something is happening to your dad!

Nikki Sister:

Ashley! Get to the hospital!

Come on! He's in critical conditions!

I was running out the house, the texts haunting my head.

I sent a text to Marcie, and didn't even think about him. Maybe I just needed friends, not him. Yeah, that's okay. I arrived a few minutes later, running into the lobby.

"Hi, I'm looking for Justin Hammons room." Araina Phelps looked up, and sighed. "He's in surgery right now."

"Where's my mom and sister?"

"All in the waiting room." I run into the waiting room, and both of my mom's, and all my broken family was here. Including Scott.

I sit down next to Mother Carol and hear my other mom scoff. "So, did you call anyone else?" I looked up, and shrugged, "Marcie. That's it."

Mother Carol sighed, and leaned back. We sat there for three hours, people coming in and going. Marcie walked in around Six, and glared at me. "I was sleeping." She growled, and slumped down in the chair.

I sighed, and looked at the ceiling. "Text Ken for me."

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Kendrick's POV:

"Okay, hold that right there." My dad was trying to fix one of his drills, the thing that helped him create his guns. It keeps breaking down, and honestly, it gets annoying after a while.

My phone buzzed and I glared at it. It sat on the table next to me, and my hands where kinda busy at the moment. "Dad!"

"One minute!"

I growled and glared at my phone again.

It was forever when my dad came back and let me go. "Thanks for the help."

I nod, and grab my phone.

Marcie the Weird one:

I need you to come to the hospital again.

Kendrick:

Why?

Marcie the Weird one:

Just get over here.

I look back at my dad, "I need to go somewhere."

"Okay."

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I arrived, walking into the waiting room. Dylan was sitting next to Ashley while Marcie gave him death glares.

"Marcie?" She looked up, and glared at me. "You're a bit late."

"I was helping my dad." I huffed, and collapsed next to her. "So, why am I here?"