Chance's P.O.V.
"What are you talking about? I feel fine." I urged to my mother.
"You don't look fine. You need to go talk to Bianca." My mother pleaded.
"No." I snapped back.
"Chance! NOW!" She demanded me.
What was she trying to do? Get me to have sex with Bianca? I didn't need her. I needed someone but not her. I was the man, I was in control. I wasn't going to let Bianca have the satisfaction of knowing that I need her.
It wasn't going to happen.
"Mom, nothing is wrong with me." I urged.
"Yeah because you've been eating the pills i'm giving you. Chance you're getting irritated a lot more easily. That's the beginning. You need to be near Bianca, now go talk to her." She demanded.
"Come on." Mike urged her.
"Mike, shut up!" She snapped.
"Don't make him go talk to that girl if he doesn't want to." Mike pleaded.
"Mom please." I whined.
"Fine Chance, die then. That's whats going to happen if you don't go talk to her, hug her, kiss her, do something. You need to be near her Chance!" My mother screamed.
"But-" I began.
"Go fucking talk to that girl, NOW!" She yelled.
I looked over to Mike who was taking a few steps away once he realized that my mother was shaking with anger. I stepped back a little bit too. Why did it matter so much to her that I go talk to Bianca?
Was I really going to die?
Was it a myth?
And more importantly, should I take the risk to find out?
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Bianca's P.O.V.
"Jack please come home." I pleaded over the phone.
"Bee i'll be home in a few days, but I need to stay. I told you." He growled.
"Biancaaa!" Jamison called out.
I hung up the phone angrily at the fact that I needed Jack to come home and help me but he refused to, saying that he NEEDS to stay in order for us to stay living here and not have to more really far away. At this point, I really just didn't care.
My brothers came running in the room with pajamas on. It was dark out and I was trying to send them to my grandparents house. They were thrilled to take the boys and give me a night to myself but they weren't packed yet. I growled in anger at my brothers as they cowards down in defeat.
"Go pack, now." I demanded.
They ran back up the stairs to their bedroom and leaving me alone on the bottom floor. I went to go sit on the couch until there was a knock on the door. I groaned as I changed my position and went over to answer the door. I flung the door open angrily and just got even agrier when I saw Chance standing there; his hands shoved in his jean pockets.
"What?" I asked hastily.
"Can we umm talk?" He asked.
The boys ran downstairs in super hero costumes with bags in their hands, pretending that they were bombs and trying to hit eachother with them. I groaned out in anger at all three of them as I ran my fingers through my hair and looked from Chance over to the boys.
