Holding On

Chapter 4| Calling Him

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"Call him."

"No."

"Kennedy Ruth Scott, I demand you call that boy now." Mum proclaimed, crossing her arms and stamping her foot like a child.

"No."

"Please?" Mum begged, clasping her hands together and trying to give me a puppy dog face.

"Why do you want me to call him so badly?" Ever since Sebastian came over to our table at Quiclan my mother had been adamant that I would call him. She even took a photo of my hand so that even if I washed off the number I still would have no excuse to not call him.

"Kennedy, please, why don't you want to get to know him? This isn't like you and you know it."

"Mum, I know of three people who are going to be hurting when I'm gone. Believe me when I say, I'm not adding to that list." I wanted to take back those words when I saw my mother's hurt face. "I'm sorry."

"No, no. You're right, not reason to add to the list. I'm just... I'm just going to go to bed." She started drowisliy toward the stairs and I could just tell she was thinking about the very first session with the doctor, when I was first told about my cancer.

"But, it's only 7.30." I reasoned, but Mum just shrugged and kept on dragging herself up the carpeted stairway. At the top of the stairs she paused and turned to look at me.

"Take my advice Kennedy, and call the boy." With that she turned back around and opened her wooden door to her bedroom. "G'night, Kennedy."

"Night, Mum."

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My hand reached out to tentively touch the phone before I quickly retracted it once again.

Call him!

No! Don't do that! Are you crazy?

Yes, I am, so that's why I'm going to call him.

No you're not.

"Ugh, I'm going crazy." I groaned, leaning back in my seat on the couch. I was the only one in the house because both my Mom and Dad went to a wine tasting and Daniel was spending the day with his 'girlfriend'. Me, being the socially inept one in my family was left in the house alone on a Saturday, trying to decide whether or not I should take my Mom's advice and call Sebastian. So far my progress has consisted of getting out the picture with Sebastian's number on it and walking toward the home phone.

"Oh, my god. This is the epidome of first world problems." Taking a deep breath I pressed the first digit, then the second and then te third and so on and so forth. I pressed the green dial button and held my breath as I heard the first two rings. Who am I kidding? He isn't going to pick up, besides this is crazy! Just hang up while you can!

"Hello?"

Too late!

"Uhh, hi?"

"Kennedy? Wow, didn't think I'd actually be so graced to recieve a call." I could almost hear the smile in his tone. That was the thing about Sebastian, he was always smiling, always cheerful. I don't think anything could make him hurt, cry or ever lose his smile.

"Yeah, well, I'm just full of suprises." I mummbled, cursing myself for ever picking up that silly old phone.

"Why'd you call?" He asked. Oh, no! I have absolutely no valid reason for calling him.

"I, uh, I..." Come on! Think of something Kennedy! "My-My mom made me." I tried to level my voice so it didn't sound like a complete lie. Which it wasn't, it just wasn't the answer to the question he asked.