A New Beginning

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So I updated yesterday too, and this week's double update is a Valentine's Day special, and also because I have no free time to update constantly!! I'm listening to Avril Lavigne right now, so there might be some stupid  mistakes. Happy Valentine's Day to those happy couples, and Happy Forever Alone Day to all those single :)!!

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I pressed down on the pedal and made way towards the hospital. My heart was palpitating continuously in my chest. Dum-dum. Dum-dum. I took deep breaths. What if Coral wasn't like the mother that I had expected? What if she says that the letter she wrote to me was something she had written a long time ago, and that she definitely didn't want to be a family with Dad and I?My phone buzzed again. 

"Hello?" I said into the phone. THe person on the other end of the line, Dad, replied,"Your mother is waking up. Are you almost here?"His voice sounded shaky and nervous. I mentally smacked myself on the forehead. Of course he was scared. She was, after all, his wife. I replied,"Yeah, I'm parking." 

"Okay, see you," with that, Dad hung up. I stepped out of the car. All eyes turned to me. Crap. I forgot that I was wearing a very revealing romper. On the other hand I had no time to change. I stuffed a pair of jeans and a blouse inside my bag, just incase I had time to change. I shrugged on my jacket, swung my bag over my shoulder and brisk-walked towards Room 43 in the ICU. No time to waste, I pushed the door to the room and rushed inside. There was only one bed inside. A lady with auburn hair and a few blonde streaks sat up in the bed. She had eyes the colour of the sky, blue. Dad sat on a chair next to the bed. But the thing that shocked me was that they were embracing warmly. 

I cleared my throat,"Erm...Hi?" I looked uncomfortably at my parents. Coral peeked out from behind Dad's shoulder,"Vivian...?" Her face was filled with a swirling pool of emotions. Happiness. Hesitation. Relief. Horror. Wait...horror? 

"Vivian, what are you wearing?" Coral's voice was full of disbelief. I bit my lip, tears welling up in my eyes. I could not hold myself back anymore and ran towards Coral. I wrapped my arms around her while she grasped me weakly. "Mum," I whispered softly. "Vivi," she whispered back. I released her and looked at her shining eyes. Dad pulled both of us into a group hug. I replied to Mum's earlier question,"I was at a party with some friends." Thinking of Ben's lips against mine, I blushed and the blood rushed to my face. Mum grinned,"Friends, hm..." I laughed. Dad told me,"Your mother has agreed to marry me." I gawked and cried tears of joy. Finally, my life was perfect. My family was no longer broken. We embraced again. This time we didn't let go.

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I plunked myself on my bed. A week away from school had been a good thing. Exams were next week, then a wonderful and needed school break. Winter break was one of my favourite times of the year. We had just landed from England a few hours ago. Mum and Dad had had a small and quiet wedding in London. All they had to do was officialize the papers and coming back home was a breeze. To avoid any stares, Dad had gotten our private jet to get us back home. Hestantair Airways. It was awesome. 

"Honey! The food's ready!" Mum called from downstairs. I hurried down the stairs as sat down on the cushioned chairs of our long dining table. Mum was apparently an amazing cook, according to my father. As our happy family of 3 gathered around to say grace, then gobble down the surprisingly delicious food, I thought that it was possible, just maybe, that we could have a new start. A new beginning. 

I flipped through my books after dinner, revising for my exams next week. I dreaded having to go to school as face everyone next week. Urgh. I had called Ben, then realised that it was actually midnight in London and he was probably asleep, and decided to text him instead. My homework was easy and I completed it in a few hours. By the time I could finally crash on the bed and sleep, it was about one o'clock in the morning. I'll unpack tomorrow, I thought in sleepiness. Tomorrow is going to be interesting.

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