Jaw dropper

Chapter 8: Listen To Me.

(There's your boy Mason!! Keep reading, commenting and voting! Y'all are awesome!)

"Hi mom." Ignore.

"Hello mother."

"Hola."

"How ya doing?"

"Yo, yo, yo heyya girly!"

"You need to correct your grammar, young lady." She snaps. Seriously, that's when she decided to listen?

"Hi mom." I repeat.

"Olivia." She nods her head. Suddenly, she holds her chest in pain and cries out for my dad. He takes her to their room and lays her down. My dad gives me a sympathetic smile, the same one I'd seen too many times that day, and closed the door behind him.

I walk to my room and fall onto my bed, next to where Mason was previously laying. I groan in frustration into my pillow pet.

"Hello to you too."

"Don't even start with me." He sighs and puts his arm around me. I cuddle up into his side and I can feel him smile. His musky cologne takes over and intoxicates me. Not that I'm resisting.

"How's she doing?"

"I don't know. She won't have a normal conversation with me for more than 2 minutes."

Dad comes into my room and looks shocked at us laying together. "Um, maybe I should've knocked."

Ignoring him, like I do most times he talks, I reply. "How's mom doing?"

"You can go see her." I nod and stand, fixing my appearance. Once I step foot into the bedroom I am ordered out.

"Mom, come on. I'm not leaving." I insisted, crossing my arms over my chest.

My mom had never been this sick before. She'd always insisted it was just a chest cold, and everything would be alright. But now. Now it was different. Way different.

Her coughing wasn't just from her throat, they were deep coughs. Her face lost all color and was pale white. When she stood, her legs were shaky and she had dark circles underneath her eyes. Over all, she looked terrible. I wanted to help her.

"Olivia, get out." She ordered. I laughed and sat in the chair that stayed by the side of her bed.

"Listen to me. You can't keep pushing me out of your life. You've done that for the past 17 years. I need you mom. I've always needed you. You're my role model. I've always looked up to you. You're beautiful, and intelligent, and funny, when you actually uphold a conversation." She cracked a smile and a little color came back to her cheeks, so I continued.

"I don't know what I ever did to you. You've ignored me, I've been shunned, you treat Mason more like family than you do to me. I barely get a hello, and I am going to be forever criticized. But the thing is, I love you mom. I love you, even though you hate me. Nothing in the universe will ever change that. I love you."

Tears were streaming down Mom's face and I felt my face warm up. I've always wanted to admit those things to her. I'd just never had the guts. But now that I admitted it, I thought I was going to get sick.

I checked my watch to see it was almost time for the game.

"I have to go. I have a baseball game, I'm meeting with my boys early. Just think about what I said okay? Goodbye mom." And with that. I left.
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"Captains!" The ump called. I proudly made my way to the ump and the other teams captain, I had my helmet on so they couldn't tell I was a girl. That is, until they made me take it off. "Helmet please."