Broken//Dylan O'Brien

Chapter Nineteenth

Chapter Nineteen

Azalea

"What do you mean that you don't want his help?" Dylan asked me.

A few hours before Dylan came back they had to put me on oxygen because I literally couldn't breathe for myself anymore, I nearly died. I was getting worse and worse. I really wish that Dylan would have of told me why he had left. If I knew it was to get my actual father and bring him here then I would of defiantly shut that down. I am thankful for him getting my mother pregnant because that means that I am here today, but I by no means am expecting anything from him. Especially not something like saving me from dying.

"Dylan, I appreciate the gesture I really do. But I cannot except it. I do not want any part of him inside of me." I told him.
Dylan sighed in frustration. "Azalea, you already have half of him inside you. He is your father, whether you like it or not. Now please re-think the offer, you need him."
"NO I DO NOT!" I yelled at him. Well I attempted with the best of my ability, I was still pretty weak.

"What the fuck are you even talking about. Yes you do. He is going to save your life, because nobody else can." he said. I do not like hostile Dylan. I don't like when he cusses at me, it makes me feel like a child.

"How do you know that you aren't a match, have you even got tested?" I asked.

He looked at me like I was stupid.

"Really, why do you think I have been working so hard to find a donor that matches. Of coarse I got tested. I do not match. I would do anything to save your life, but I can't. This man, that I have no clue of who he is can save your life. And you are being so ignorant that you won't even consider accepting his offer. Which I might add is a whole hell of a lot to offer somebody that you don't even know." He said growing louder and louder.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" I asked him.

"Because you are acting like a little kid and being stupid. Just talk to the guy, I mean he did father you. The only reason why he didn't know about you is because your mother lied to him about even being pregnant, she doesn't sound like a good woman to me." he said.

Once he said that, I got so angry.

"LEAVE! Get out of my room. It's one thing to call me a child and stupid but to say that my mother is a lair is crossing the line. You never knew her, she died. Just like I am going to do." I said.

He began leaving and I ripped the oxygen tube away from me.

I began to get light headed and blacked out.

When I finally opened my eyes the first thing I noticed is the oxygen tube back in.

"Damn this stupid thing." I muttered to myself.

Then I heard a laugh.
I looked over to the chair a few feet away and Zariah sat in it.

"What are you doing with your life Aza?" she asked me.

I shrugged, because honestly I had no idea.

"You tried to kill yourself." she stated.

I chuckled. "Now, you are getting ahead of your self, calm down. I simply pulled the oxygen tube away from me." I told her.

"You kind of need that thing to live at the moment." She said.

"Well I suppose. But I was just so angry at Dylan and the damn thing was just in my way. It was like I was mad at the tube for just being there, for simply existing." I told her.

"That seems a whole lot like your feelings towards Charles." she told.

"Have I told you I hate you lately?" I asked her.

She laughed.

"Stop it. No you don't, but I wanna tell your something." she said.

"Okay, go on please. I really am not getting any younger, you either." I told her.

"I am a-" Zariah said then got interrupted.

"Sorry for disturbing you guys, but can I please talk to you Azalea?" A man asked.

I knew who the man was.

Charles.

My "Father."

I just looked at him and rolled my eyes and replied with a simple no. What did he think I was. Some charity case? Why is he even here. Oh yes because that stupid boy that I love brought him here.

"What she actually means is Yes," Zariah said.

I gave her a death stare. She may be my best friend but at this current moment in time I do not appreciate her.

Charles the sat down.

"I am going to go, see you later Azalea." she said.

Charles quickly spoke up before she left.

"No, you should stay really. I promise I won't be long." he said.

"Let's hope so." I mumbled to myself. By the look on Zariah's face I could tell that she heard me.

"I have come to the conclusion that you are my daughter. I mean you look just like me, except your hair. Your mother always had the blonde. I know you dyed it but John showed my some photos. I know that you think that I knew your mom was pregnant, or maybe you didn't I honestly don't know. But I never knew you existed, if I did I would have been right there raising you whether your mom wanted me or not. I know you don't trust me, that you don't want me around. That you don't want my bone marrow. But please don't let your emotions get in the way of doing the right thing, doing the thing that your mom would have of wanted." he said.

If my mom was still here I wouldn't have to accept your bone marrow she would be a match.

I just nodded my head at him until I felt like he would leave.

"One question before you go?" I asked him.
His face lit up once I spoke again, it hit me a bit hard inside because deep down I knew that he truly did care that I was his daughter.

"Yes, anything you want to know." he willingly said.

"Do already have a family. Do you have a wife. Do you have a daughter already, a son maybe?" I asked. I knew the way in which I asked was harsh and un-needed. But I had to know. It was eating away at me inside.

"Yes. I have a wife, and a daughter. My wife's name is Stella, we have a daughter together named Avery. Stella works in marketing firm. Avery is about a few months younger than you and currently getting a few more credits to graduate high school early." he replied.

"Do they know of me?" I whispered. I ached to knows if he told them of me yet.

"Yes, I told them everything I could." he said.

"A tight knit family, that must be nice." I said.

"You would be welcomed openly into the family if you wanted to that. I know you have built yourself a family with John and your life here. But if you were to ever want that I would easily give that to you."
"Right, that's all I want to know. You are free to leave now." I told him.

He began to leave and walk out of the door but then he quickly rushed over to me and kissed me on the forehead.

"Wow that was intense." Zariah said once he was gone.

Yeah you are telling me.

"What was it you wanted to tell me before Charles came in here?" I asked her.

"I am a donor match." She quietly said.

A/N:

I know it's not very long. Sorry about that. But I just wanted to get this out. I have had it written for a few days. I hope you guys enjoy.