Chapter 6

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America POV
I wake up with Maxon next to me in the morning, my stomach makes a loud grumble and I realized that I had skipped lunch and slept through dinner.
"Bring bring!!!"  The phone rang.
"Hello?"  I say sleepily.
"Hi sweetie!"  Says a perky voice that I know belongs to my mom.
"Hi, how are you."  I try to say without sounding like I'm about to cry.
"I'm good I was just wondering what I should wear to our get together."
"Oh nothing to fan-".  I say as I burst in to tears.
" What's wrong?"  My mom says in a distressed voice.
"Mom, this get together is more of a..."  I say as I sit there waiting for a word to explain this whole  scenario.
"Baby girl you can tell me anything."  My mom says in a worried but comforting tone.
"Mom I need to tell everyone I'm sorry."  I say as I hung up the phone, because I know if my mom would of asked one more time I would of broke down and told, and I want everyone to hear from me.  As I hold my head in my hands crying wishing to be stronger I feel a warm hand touch my hand back and I feel 100 times more safe.
"Darling is everything alright?"  Maxon asked is a worried voice.
"I'm just worried to tell my mom."  I say falling into his arms.
"Baby." He said trying to find the words.
"It will all be okay." He says trying to cheer me up and he does.

But right now all I do is curl up next to Maxon and lay there. I'd rather think I'm healthy. That all will be fine. That this sickness doesn't exist. But instead I lay here fantasizing about being a cancer less girl.  I never thought our fairytale would end like this.

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