~Kate's P.O.V~
I got home from school avoiding Liam on my way.
I always caught him looking at me in class, or at lunch he sat at a table where he could watch me.
I walked into my house throwing my bag on the floor and walking to the living room.
"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled.
No answer.
"Mom? Mom! I said I'm home!" I yelled awaiting the answer I never got.
I pushed my self up from the couch and started looking for her.
I looked in her bed room and her bathroom. Nothing.
I looked in the kitchen.
Nothing
I checked the basement.
Nothing
My room and my bathroom.
Nothing.
Back to the living room.
Absolutely nothing.
I sat back down to think of where she could be.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the flashing of the answering machine.
I pulled myself closer to the phone and picked it up.
I had 4 new voicemails.
One from my Grandpa back in Canada saying to call him later.
Another from the government telling me I owed more money.
The third one was from Liam, how he got my number I'm not sure.
And the last one from the hospital.
I listen intently and followed the instructions. I called the hospital back like I was told to.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm calling regarding Muriel Petroff."
"Oh yes! I'll put you through to Dr. Osmolt."
I thanked her and waited for the doctor to come on the line.
"Dr.O what can I do for you today?" well he seemed awfully happy.
"Hi, I'm Kate, Kate Petroff. I'm calling about my mother. I was told she was at the hospital."
"Oh Yes! We got a call from a neighbor this afternoon saying they heard some odd noises coming from your home.
When she knocked on the door no one answered so she called the police and let them check out the situation.
When the Emergency services arrived at your home they found your mother in the living room.
The only problem was that they found her unconscious.
She had, had a seizure due to the medication she was on for her illness.
I'm sorry to tell you she'll only have a few days left."
I dropped the phone in shock. Tears had been streaming down my face the whole time.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned my face on them and cried.
I felt the couch press down beside me. A
pair of arms wrapped around me and pulled me onto their lap.
I don't know who's holding me but at this point I don't really even care, I just want someone to hold onto.
I wrapped my arms around the persons torso and hugged them almost as tight as they were holding me.
The person kissed the top of my head and whispered comforting things into my ear. The accent, the light kisses...Liam.
I pulled away and looked at his face. He didn't look tough, or scary or mean. He looked like he felt my pain.
He looked like he actually felt sorry for me. I pulled me back to him and I continued to cry into is chest.
After about an hour of my tears I pulled away one final time.
This time it was my turn....
I did the unthinkable and leaned in and kissed him welcoming in that firework feeling.
~Liam's P.O.V~
Ummm....what just happened?
