The Lives We Live

Finding out

•James's pov•

As Kyle ran downstairs to get Renee a glass of water, I couldn't help but stare at her and cry. Seeing her in pain like that and not knowing what's wrong with her broke me down. Especially considering that I never cry, never. Even though I may not be as sensitive as she needs me to be at times or I may argue with her more than she does with Kyle; I still love her, that's my baby sister!

Then the unthinkable happened...Renee threw up all over me! To my horror, it wasn't "food" but...blood! What the hell is going on with her?!?!

•Kyle's pov•

"Here's the water, I put ice in it so it could be cold but I couldn't find a-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?" I screamed, as I dropped the glass of water on floor; rushing to Re and James's side seeing that he was covered in throw-up blood!

"We need to call 911!" I said as I began to feel tears form in my eye.

"No! Dad will be home in less than 5 minutes; we'll wait until he gets here so we can all go together!" James said in rage probably because he was covered in throw-up.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL WE ARE ABOUT TO WAIT FOR DAD! RE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL, ESPECIALLY SINCE SHE'S THROWING UP BLOOD AND WE HAVE NO IDEA WHY OR WHAT'S GOING ON WITH HER!" I screamed in James's face.

"Yes we are! Now move so I can wash off and a change shirts real quick, that way when dad gets here we can take her to the hospital." James said in a more calmer state than he was a few seconds ago.

I know that it was taking everything in him to remain calm and not loose his temper, so I calmly agreed.

•Renee's pov•

Once James left my room, Kyle went to my closet and pulled out an over night duffle bag and started to throw my clothes and shoes in there. Once he was done he sat the bag down and came to my side. He had tears running down his face, he was bawling.

"I-I'm s-soo so-orry that t-this is hap-happening to you ki-kiddo and I-I'm sorry that ww-we c-can't hel-llpp you." He sobbed.

Oh what I wouldn't give to know what's wrong with me! I thought to myself. I wanted to tell James and Kyle not to cry? That everything was going to be fine but I couldn't because I didn't know that everything was going to be fine and I currently couldn't speak. I guess the optimists in me went right out of the window.

The next thing I heard is what sounded like the front door. There's no way that would be mom, she would never be home this early. I glanced over at the side of my bed to check the time on my alarm clock...3:15, dad's home! I looked up at Kyle and obviously he read my mind because he said the exact words that I was just thinking.

"Dad's home!" He said with a flicker of hope in his big red puffy grayish-brownish eyes. He hopped off the side of my bed and ran out of my room, my guess is to retrieve my dad.

"DAD!" I heard Kyle yell from downstairs. "Come quick!" I heard Kyle speak again.

"What is it now?" Dad said in an annoyed and irritated tone.

"It's Re!" Kyle pleaded. With that I heard footsteps on the stairs in no time flat.

The thing about my dad is that when I came to me, nothing was to important; nothing. Reason being was because I was my dad's favorite, I was the only girl out of his three kids and I was the baby. He would call me his little princess, he would do any and everything for me. When me and mother would get into arguments, he would always bring me a pint of cookie dough ice cream to cheer me up and we would always split it. Things have changed though, I may still be "daddy's little princess" but now that he works all of the time we barely see each other and he's barely home. When he is home he always has some type of drink in his hand and then passes out on the couch. I guess that it's worth it to my mother though because he is the breadwinner in the family and he makes enough money to where all three of us "kids" have enough money to go to any college we want in the world, each and still have money left over.