Complications

Chapter 22

Heather's POV:

It was Thursday morning. Man, I hate Thursdays. Not as much as I hate Mondays though.

I got up and saw it was 7:34am. Well, this morning is off to a great start already.

I hurried and threw my hair up in a messy bun that was way too messy for my liking. I left the same turquoise shirt on and changed into my plain black Jeggings. I hurried and brushed my teeth. I ran downstairs, grabbed a banana, slipped on my white Nike shoes Ethan gave me, threw on my jacket, and ran out the door. Thank God I have my drivers license so I don't have to walk.

By the time I got to school, my banana was gone and the first bell had rang. I'm having such a lovely morning.

For some reason, I just kept thinking about Ethan during school. Maybe it's because we haven't talked in a few days, plus we had a really good emotional connection on Saturday.

"Heather?" Jaycee seemed confused.

I forgot that Jaycee was my partner in science. That makes me happy because I can easily say she is my girl best friend, and of course Ethan is my boy best friend.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I was off in la la land."

"You can play in la la land later, right now we have to finish this!" She sounded aggrivated now.

"Alright, sheesh woman!" I scoffed.

We ended up finishing our project in the nick of time. It was probably taking forever before because I never really helped her out, I was too busy focusing on my problems.

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After what felt like forever, school was finally over. Right now, I just want to sleep.

The whole way back, I dreamt of my bed. I also listened to some old Katy Perry music. It's been way too long ever since the last time I rocked out to her style.

When I got home, my dad was passed out on the couch along with my mom. I was about to do the same with my bed.

I darted to my room, threw my school stuff onto the ground beside me, and belly flopped onto the bed. Man, this is the life.

My paradise didn't last long, as I practically fell out of my bed when I heard a shriek come from downstairs.

"DANIEL!" My mom cried.

I zoomed down the stairs to see my dad wasn't looking too good. In fact, he was bleeding.

I ran around the couch as to where I was facing the both of them as they were facing me.

"Daniel, don't do this!" My mom had rivers flowing out of her eyes.

My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty, and my whole body was shaking. It was as if I was glued to the floor in front of my dad. I couldn't move, or breath. I wasn't crying, but I felt my heart being torn to shreds.

"Girls," he breathed out. "I think this is it. I think the hourglass God set for me has finally drained out."

"Dad," I sighed. I could feel the hot tears stinging my eyes. "Don't do this. Let's all get in the car and go to the hospital, I'll drive!"

"Honey no!" My mom shrieked. "Call an ambulance!"

I charged to the kitchen like a linebacker on a football field, or faster.

I could barely even type in the numbers "911" I was shaking so badly.

"911, what's your emergency?" A woman answered.

I could hardly talk, I was out of breath. Not for running to the phone, but I was terrified. I would open my mouth, but no words came out. It was as if I was put under a spell at the wrong moment.

"Hello?" The woman asked.

Finally, I could get something out. "Y-you've gotta help me! It's my dad! H-he's-"

"Woah honey, slow down and breath."

"Send an ambulance as quick as y-you can! Please!" I cried into the phone.

"Alright, help is on the way! What's the problem ma'am?"

"It's my dad! He's bleeding an-and he's hurting! I don't know what's wrong!"

"Okay sweetie, remain strong and don't hang up!" She answered.

"I'm not the one who has to remain strong! Tell my dad that!"

"Heather, get in here!" My mom called from the living room.

I didn't put the phone down as I stumbled into the sight of my dad turning pale. I kneeled down beside him and looked at him. "Help is on the way dad, don't worry! You're going to be okay!" I cried.

My dad took a deep breath in, and then out very slowly. A little too slow for my liking. He turned his attention to my mom.

"Sarah, dear?" He croaked.

"Yes, Daniel?" My mom was holding back her sobs, but not her tears.

"I love you so very much, and I wouldn't trade you or our beautiful daughter for the world. You are my everything, and I'm glad you're here with me now. Please stay strong in the future. For our daughter. I love you."

My mom rested her head on my dad's chest and wailed like a baby. I see her cry a lot, but never like this.

My dad then turned his attention towards me. "Heather, darling?"

"Yes, daddy?" My tears started coming out way harder than before.

"I need you to stay strong. Stay confident. Life will get much better, don't you worry. I can not stress this enough," he took a long breath in and slowly released it. "There's so much good you can and will do in this world, and nothing will change that. Not even this trial you are going through. I love you so much honey, and don't let anybody tell you any different. Make sure you learn to forgive, and forget. Some things you can't forget, but you can forgive. Remember, you are strong and can get through anything if you set not your mind to it, but your heart to it."

I started to cry hysterically now. This can't be happening. First, Weston is taken away. Now, my dad is too. This isn't okay.

Oh, this really isn't okay. This isn't okay at all. I think I'm going to lose my mind.

My dad slowly leaned back and closed his eyes. A slight smirk appeared with his lips. He looked graceful, like he was at peace. Then, his smile quickly faded, and I couldn't hear him breathing anymore.

Everything went black for me. I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't feel anything. It was as if the whole world caved in around me. My dad made my entire world go round, and now it's all just gone.

Gone.