Her Problem (Paused Sry)

Chapter 2: Making Changes

Hey guys, I just thought I should say something abt the book. It might take a long time to update cuz one I'm too lazy and two I really like the book I'm reading. I promise you I will finish this chapter this week and if I don't I'll get a slap in my face by my friend 

Update: If you don't like how I write this book please tell me what to do to make it better :) 

Thoughts

Dante's POV:
"Just tell me" I scream at the nurse, who looks like she's looking at a monster.

At least she has the right idea of what I am.

I've been begging the nurse to tell me how my mother has been doing. My mum has been in the hospital for about 2 weeks now, she unfortunately has stage three breast cancer. She agreed to do surgery a week ago and all I've been doing is stressing out. I can't lose her, she means the world to me, and if she's gone I wouldn't no what to do.

"As I said before, I can't tell you right now because we don't know for sure yet. I promise you I will tell you as soon as I find out" the nurse said trying to calm me down, but it didn't work.

"No! I want to know now!" I yelled at her while throwing my hands around like a little kid have a tantrum. People started staring at us for a bit, but I don't care, I need answers and she's gonna tell me.

"I will tell you tomorrow, that's when the results will come back more clear" she said placing an her hand on my arm, gross.

"Don't touch me" I said pulling my arm off of her, while she looked a little stunned at my actions towards her. Not sure why she is surprised, I'm not gonna fuck her while my mum is literally down the hall on her bed.

"You better tell me" I say looking her dead in the eye before I walked away to the exit door. I need air, no scratch that I need a drink, and by drink I mean something that's gonna take my stress away. Seeing my car in sight I grabbed my keys to open it, my car was a nice black porche parked outside the hospital. I jumped in it and started to drive to the closest bar to cool off.

Drinking doesn't help anyone, they think it does but really your just hurting yourself even more. I knee this but I still drunk away my problems, it seems everyone is doing it these days. My dad, my brother, my best friend. All my dad does is drink, at least my little brother isn't as bad he mostly just smokes. I've been trying to stop him for years, same as my mother. Since she isn't here to stop him, my as well be me doing it to take her place.

Seven drinks later I became a bit tipsy so I decided that it's time to go back home. When I got out of the bar my phone started ringing.

"Che cosa" I say stopping once I pick it up. (What)

"You are needed in New York sir" Carlo, my second in command said to me from the phone. What do they need me for?

"Why is that" I asked.