𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, jude bellingham

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞

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"(Y/n), your aunts calling!" Tayma calls from the kitchen. 

I groan as I throw my pencil down on the piece of paper I'm designing a new building on.

 "I'll call her back, I'm busy." I say back to her, picking up my pencil and adding some details to my drawing. 

"Alright." She yells. I hear clanking from the kitchen downstairs which means Taymas going to cook dinner tonight. "Also, Gio and Erling are passing by the area so they're gonna come over to say hi."

"No Jude?" I ask, feeling slightly relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with his ass while being distressed, trying to do a project I barely have any interest for. 

"Nope, dunna why he isn't coming, you upset?" She jokes from downstairs. 

"Quite the opposite!" I answer, slamming my pencil down and getting up. I'm so done.

I quickly pack up my skates and thick socks before changing into an outfit suitable for skating. 

"I'm going to the rink, I'm so stressed. Tell Gio and Erling I say hi and good luck on their match in 2 days." I tell Tayma and she smiles with a thumbs up. 

After being friends with those 3 boys for over 4 months now, they've been over quite a bit, mostly for dinner since they have no idea how to cook and don't want to eat out everyday. 

I pull up in front of the ice rink, slipping my phone into my bag before grabbing it and walking into the building. I slide into my skates, pulling my socks over them to keep my ankles unexposed and warm before gliding onto the ice. Ice skating has always gotten my mind off things. It's what I live for. 

I skate for over an hour before groaning angrily, hearing my phone ring for the 15th time. I skate over and pull my skate guards on, allowing me to have more balance which helps me walk better. I grab my phone and sit on the bench, seeing that Tayma had called me twice and my Aunt had called me over and over again. I first click on Tayma number, and it rings for a second before she picks up.

"Why'd you call?" I ask.

"Your aunt is still trying to get a hold of you, she seems stressed. I'd pick up the phone." Tayma says. 

"Yeah, I'll do it now. Bye." I cut the line, before clicking on my Aunts contact and calling her. "Hey, auntie, what's up?"

"It's your mom." She answers. 

She tells me about how my mom's cancer is getting worse and worse, and mom thinks she won't survive. Every bit of information she reveals, a piece of my heart breaks. She continues by telling me that my mom is refusing chemo because she's too tired and sick to be bothered. Is she insane?

"I'm sorry, I tried everything to convince her." My aunt sighs as she hears me sniffle through the phone. 

"Does dad know?" I ask as my mouth trembles lightly. I start to pick at my nails, hoping it would stop me from crying.

"Yeah, he was there when she said it." Aunt whispers in a low voice.

"What did he say?" I ask, preparing for the heartless response that my father gave. 

"He was angry and drunk, he wasn't thinking straight." My aunt tries to reason before telling me his answer.

"Just tell me what he said." I order, my voice getting croakier from the sobs that are trying to escape.