Unconditionally Yours

CHAPTER 10

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No, no, no. God, please don't let anything happen to Dad. Please let him be okay. If something happens to Dad, I don't know what I would do. I can't live without my dad.

"Brody," Mom yells at me. "Snap out of it; we have to get to the hospital."

Yeah, yeah, we have to go to the hospital. Snap out of it, Brody, snap out of it!

I slap myself quickly to get out of my own head and start searching for Mom's car keys with her. I lift up the pillows on the couch and check under them. Then I slide my hand into the little nooks between them in search of the keys, but there is no sign of them.

I lift my head from the couch and glance toward the counter, and that's when I spot them, sitting right in front of our eyes.

"Mom!" I yell, pointing at the counter.

She lifts her head from where she has been searching under the armchairs, having already scattered the cushions. She sees me pointing at the counter and glances at it, finally spotting her keys.

She quickly goes over to the counter and picks up the keys. I rush into the hall and put on my shoes quickly, with her following behind me at the same hurried pace. We quickly leave the house, and she turns toward the door to lock it. I can see her hands tremble as she slides the key into the lock and turns it quickly.

"Dad will be fine," I say, my voice shaky. "He has to be," I add, putting a hand on her shoulder to give her some reassurance.

In truth, I didn't know if he would be okay, but I hoped. If anything happened to him, Mom wouldn't be able to go on. I know it, and I wouldn't be able to either. I can't imagine a world without my dad in it.

"You're right," she smiles at me, uncertainty in her eyes, making me think that she is unsure herself if he will be okay or not.

We quickly open the garage, and a beep is heard as Mom unlocks the car to let us in. I enter the car on the passenger side and buckle my seatbelt just as Mom opens the driver's side and enters, quickly buckling her seatbelt. She puts the key into the ignition and turns it, giving power to the car.

She pulls out of the garage and starts driving toward the hospital, not even bothering to close the garage behind us.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

My new mantra is interrupted by my phone vibrating. I take it out to check who it is and see a message from Viktor saying he is waiting for me.

I completely forgot about the meeting I had with him, but it doesn't matter now; it can wait.

I quickly text him, explaining what happened and that we will have to talk some other time. I know we need to talk, but we can't right now; I need to see that Dad is okay. He will be okay. Maybe if I keep repeating that in my head, it will somehow reassure me.

I stare out the window as we drive through the busy streets of the city. The hospital is ten minutes away by car from our neighborhood, but in this moment, it feels like we have been driving for the past ten years. All I can think about is what if Dad dies-what will I do then? How will Mom react? How will his friends react? All I can think about is how this world will look if my dad isn't in it anymore, and I don't like it.

A world without my dad is not a world I want to live in. I sneak a glance at Mom, her knuckles turning white from how hard she is gripping the wheel, reminding me of when I split my head open playing basketball with Dad when I was eleven. He accidentally hit me in the chest too hard, and I fell down on the floor, landing right on my head.