The Promise

Chapter 40 - Say What?

Chapter 40 - Say What?

I woke up to a beautiful morning and from a beautiful dream. I couldn't hide the smile on my face because of my day with Dylan yesterday. Well, my mother found out we skipped class, but eh whatever. We're both making memories. I didn't care that they scolded me. All that mattered to me was Dylan. I composed a quick good morning text to Dylan, hoping he has thought about me when he woke up. God, I'm so in love with this guy. I have always been. But there's a part of me of still liking that douchebag (Nick). And I hated myself of not being successful of my plan. Well I think it's semi-successful, since Nicholas is crawling like a centepede for me.

Shaking my head off that mere thought of my neighbor, I opened my blue curtains, I want to feel the sun's rays hitting me, feeling that vitamin D sinking into my skin, breathing the morning fresh air.

That's when my eyes landed to my neighbor's window. Nicholas is waving a hello at me half naked. I literally rolled my eyes and closed my window.

My morning is easily ruined.

After taking a quick shower and change to my uniform, I jog downstairs to get some breakfast.

To my surprise, mom is not in the kitchen, and dad is not in the living room watching tv. Something feels weird inside the pits of my stomach.

"Mom?" I called out, but no answer. "Daddy?" Again no answer. I went to their bedroom, but they're not there.

I went back downstairs and decided to check the backyard.

Finally, I found them.

Dylan's mother was there sobbing her eyes out. My heart couldn't stop pounding against my chest, it's like my gut is telling me something is wrong.

I cautiously walk towards the talking grown ups.

When Kelly (Dylan's mom) saw me, her tears bursted more and more. Shock consumed me. Like I couldn't move because of her actions.

My tongue is somehow stuck inside like I couldn't speak.

I glanced at my parents who are both sad, my dad rubbing my mom's shoulders for comfort, my mom is crying her heart out.

"W-What's going on?" I swallowed that lump in my throat and just blurted that question.

The three of them exchanged looks. My mom is cautiously taking steps towards me. "Honey, let's talk inside."

Shaking my head, I took a few steps back, without breaking eye contact with her, "No. I want to know what happened now. Right here, right now."

"Jane, you're not thinking straight. I know you're confused at-" my dad tried to say something.

But I snapped, "Is it so hard to answer my question?!"

"Sweetie, please calm down." Aunt Kelly pleaded.

But I'm angry. I'm starting to get angry. Because I don't like what I'm thinking right now, "Aunt Kelly. I can't unless you tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Jane watch your language!" Dad exclaimed.

I chuckled bitterly, "Dad, it doesn't matter now does it? Now answer me please!"

"Jane." Mom said my name calmly, but I am not calm.

My heart is pounding like a mad bunny, because I know that i wouldn't like their answer. "Answer me!" I exclaimed looking at the three of them.

"Dylan's dead." Aunt Kelly replied. More tears strem down to her cheeks.

I managed to shut up. I managed to look at them, silently asking them to take back what Kelly said. "No." I whispered in disbelief.

"He is." Kelly confirmed softly.

When she said those words my heart constricted, my mind went blurry. My breathing is slow, like I am in an ocean drowning and I am gasping for air, I push back the tears that'll possible fall, "You're lying! Please stop lying to me. Please don't say that!"

"Honey, I'm telling the truth." I can tell that she's trying to hold her tears by trying to hug me. But I took a few more steps back.

Still shaking my head. I couldn't accept it. I don't want to accept the fact that he's gone. I don't even want to think or believe that he's gone. It's too soon. It's debatable. We hung out yesterday, he was perfectly fine, how is he dead now?

I want them to say "Hey we're kidding! We just wanted to see how you'd react!" But that's not the case. The truth is right before me. But I chose not to believe. More and more tears fell like waterfalls without me knowing, "Aunt Kelly! We were hanging out yesterday, we talked! He can't be dead. There are no signs nor symptoms about his-"

"For christ's sakes Jane, he's gone!" My dad snapped.

"No... NO!"

Just right there and just like that. My world falls apart.

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