Rebuilding [ Book 2 of Rewritten ]

Chapter 8

We get into the hospital and our mom is rushed into the room.

"Are you guys here for Leslie Payne."

Dean nods. "Can we see her?"

"I hate to tell you this, but we did everything we could."

"What happened?"

Not a single tear falls from my eye, while Dean can't stop crying.

"Her liver failed which caused her heart to fail in this case."

The doctor leaves us and jacob and Dean look at me weird.

"What?" I ask.

"How come your aren't upset?"

"Because I don't care."

Dean turns to me. "How the fuck can you say that about your mother Sydney?"

"Dean. She never wanted me. How can she call me a worthless unwanted bitch my whole life, and expect me to care?"

Jacob looks at me. "Syd.."

I always have delt with grief through anger and Dean was through sadness.

Dean scoffs. "Oh my god Sydney your a heartless bitch. How can you say something like that?"

"I'm not a heartless bitch when I raised you after dad died. Mom sat on her ass and drank Vodka all day long!"

"Can you have at least one drop of sympathy? Mom is dead. D-E-A-D. Dead."

"And I'll probably have to pay for a funeral nobody will show up to."

"I'm gonna stay here and plan stuff. I'll Uber home. I'm not sitting in a car with you like this Sydney."

"Whatever. I'll just walk the the fuck home."

Jacob grabs my arm. "No your not. Not with the creeps of California."

"I figured you'd wait for mommy boy over there."

Dean pulls out his phone and calls someone.

"Hey Vinnie are you busy?"

"Since when are you buddies with my ex-boyfriend?"

"Since I first met him."

"Whatever." I take the keys from Jacob and walk out to the car when Dean turns to Jacob.

"Look, she does care. She did this with Dad to. She isn't good with news like this, it just pisses me off that's all."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her."

Dean nods and Jacob gets in the car with me.

- at the house -

Thomas looks at me.

"Where is Dean?"

"Making funeral arrangements."

"She passed? I'm so sorry-"

"I don't give two fucks." I walk up to my room.

Thomas looks at Jacob. "Is she okay?"

"Kind of, Not really."

Jacob runs upstairs to me.

"Sydney.. it's okay to cry."

"I can't. I need to stay strong. For Dean. He was always close to Mom. He was the wanted child."

"Sydney. You can't just hold this back."

"Yes I can."

"Sydney."

"Fine. I can't! What am I supposed to do!?"

I fall into Jacob's arms and break down. I can't handle death. After my dad, I gave up.

- 10 years ago -

"Mommy? When is daddy going to be home?"

"I don't fucking know! Where is your brother?"

"I- I don't know..."

My mother's phone rings.

"What.. I'm on my way! Kids we need to go to the hospital right now!"

"Mommy what happened?"

"Your father is in critical condition at the hospital."

"Is daddy dying?"

- present time 2 weeks later -

I lay in my bed with Jacob. I no longer needed to cry. Everything felt like normal until...