Happily Never After(Sequel to Stereotypical Love)(BWWM/Interracial)

Broke!

Bentley's P.O.V

Nobody wakes up in the morning with the intention of standing where I'm standing now. In fact it's the furthest thing from your mind. You'll never think that in the blink of an eye your life could change and you'll end up here. Thousands of thoughts bounced around my mind. Maybe if I was faster she wouldn't have fallen down the stairs. Maybe if I walked along side her instead of letting her walk ahead of me I could've caught her when she fell. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

The maybes were endless, possibilities many yet the outcome;the hand I was dealt, had nothing in harmony with the thoughts in my mind. In this situation I felt helpless a feeling I detested. I had enough of it during the many years I looked on as my mother slowly died before me and there was nothing I could've done to stop it. No amount of money or love could help.

"Dude at least sit or something you've been standing for four hours." Ryan's tired voice said snapping me out of my depressing thoughts. Honestly it felt like I've been here for way more than four hours. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days, I felt as though if I stood completely still I would have some type of control on the situation. Obviously it was just a mental strategy I came up with to help calm my racing heart.

Turning slightly I looked over my shoulder to see worry shining in the eyes of my friend. I didn't want him to worry over me any more than he was already doing so I walked over choosing to sit a few seats away from him. I've lost enough in this lifetime and I knew I wasn't strong enough to loose the only woman I loved. I don't think anybody deserves to feel what it feels like to watch someone they love take their last breath knowing that you're loosing them forever.

I hated everything about this place. I hated the scent of the strong antiseptic and disinfectant that hung in the still air. I hated the bland chalk white walls and matching shiny white tiles. I hated the hums and beeps of the numerous machines. I hated the hushed words the men and women whispered among themselves when they passed by and saw me sitting in the waiting area again. I hated the muted  televisions that hung on the walls where reporters silently reported world news which all added to the already depressing atmosphere the building sported.

But most of all I hated the fact that I was here because someone I loved was ill. I hate that I couldn't do anything to help her or lesson whatever pain she maybe feeling. I hated that I didn't even know what was wrong with my wife and I've been out here for over four hours. It was somewhat comforting that some of the best doctors whisked her away and would be giving her the help she needed.

Calling the ambulance was one thing but obviously I couldn't leave the girls at home alone. There was no way in hell I was going to bring them to the hospital, I knew all too well how it felt to look at my mother in a hospital bed and that was something I refuse to allow my children to go through as well. It may or may not have been a good thing that Ryan was the person who decided to come over to my house ten at night for God knows what but I was glad that I had his support although I refused to talk.

"Ben." Jake and Kevin both greeted coming to sit next to me. Kevin handing me a cup of coffee. They both looked tired and it wasn't a secret that they literally rolled out of bed because they were both wearing  pj pants and plane white t shirts. While I sat in my now crinkled navy blue Armani suite I've been in since early this morning when I left to go to work. Taking a slow sip of the coffee which not to mention tasted like shit I decided to drink it never the less because it was clear that neither of us were going to be getting any rest tonight.
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"What?" I growled on answering completely annoyed by the constant buzzing of my phone. It was two in the morning. Stacey's job of babysitting two well three sleeping children shouldn't be that hard at least that's what I would like to think but as usual she proved me wrong. It's times like these I wonder why the hell we trust her with our children.