Chapter 21

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The alarm is screaming as if it has been set on fire, i struggle hard to open my eyes but its just so hard. The sunlight is piercing its way into my head and its all just so torturous. Remind me to never forget to draw the curtains at night. I shift very comfortably, because the entire bed is to myself only,its so peaceful when you dont have to share your bed with anyone. But, where is Harry? I bet its only seven in the morning, where is he upto? Morning walks? When did he start those?

I check the time on the side table of my room, 10.26 am. OH MY GOD. Its so late and so awkward for an early riser like me. I have so much to do considering its a Saturday, make breakfast, wash clothes, make lunch, then Harry and I have to go to work at five. Incase you're wondering, Harry and I have to work on Saturdays too in order to compensate so many holidays in the past months. I quickly dress myself up to see the whole house wide awake. Except mum. Sigh.

Ben is in the living room doing homework, with Harry sitting beside him on the couch listening to music. I pull out the earphones and scream, 'Good Morning!'

'Jesus Stace, turn down your voice.' he says rubbing his ear. Jerk. I roll my eyes and hit his head playfully heading toward the kitchen. I see a slim figure in a tight beige tank top with loose pajamas. Her hair is tied up in a pony tail and she is cooking. Oh my God. Karen is cooking. I hope she doesnt burn the house down or something. 'Morning.' I beam, she turns around and greets me warmly, 'Hey, Morning.'

She is trying to make eggs peeking through a recipe book and shes trying hard not to break the omelette. I try helping her with everything till we both lay the table and invite the boys. Karen has made eggs and bacon while i prepared coffee for Karen, Harry and I and strawberry milkshake for Ben. We all eat like a family till the boys disappear leaving Karen and I to clean the kitchen up and do the dishes. While scrubbing dishes, i ask her, 'New clothes?'
'No, i went home at 7 in the morning and brought some of the very important stuff for me.' She smiles, 'Dad was sleeping so i tiptoed and quickly packed up my stuff, i didnt leave him any goodbye letter incase you are wondering. I packed clothes, gadgets and money as well.'
'Right.' I say. And like this we are good.

The phone rings and i excuse Karen picking up the phone, 'Hello?' I say.
'Stacey Conroy?'
'Yes'
'Im nurse Bria from the city hospital.' She says. I gulp a lot of saliva. 'Doctor Hammett, who is attending your mother wants you to come to the hospital immediately. Thank you.' She says and hangs up. I slide down on the nearby couch as my heart thumps louder than seven elephants on a stampede. Is she okay? Is she doing bad? Is she responding? Is she.. dead?

I wilt as the words sink in. I'll be nothing but a dead soul in a living body. Shaken and upset, i stagger backwards. With my sudden change in mood, Karen notices and puts a warming hand on my shoulder. 'You okay?' She asks, her voice scared. I tell her everything and she squeezes my hand, in this moment I'm afraid and insecure that i let myself in her. Sobbing i literally dig my head in her shoulder as the warmth greets me. 'Harry? Harry!' She calls out and Harry comes over instantly. 'What happened?'
'She got a call from the hospital about her mum, they want Stace to see them as soon as possible.' Karen says as i continue shedding tears.

'Hey. Babe, its okay.' He takes me in his large inviting hands.
'M-mum s-sh-' I stammer.
'Don't say anything, lets go.' He says quietly as all four of us hop in the car and drive off. Ben sits in the passenger seat as karen and i sit at the back, her hand constantly squeezing mine in reassurance.

After twenty minutes all four of us are sitting outside mum's room, I'm in Harry's arms and staring into space. I have stopped crying; however my eyes are all puffy and red. The doctors come out, wrinkles on their faces. Instantly i recognize Dr. Hammett, he looks at me and forces a smile. I think my heart just died.

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